How structure remains harmonious the Bible:
and that was awesome!
We have a blowup on aisle 9.
The harmonious register just crashed.
You never know you might get a receipt for just an hour,
and that works
because it doesn’t.

I don’t have any voice today.
I’ve seen high and low,
like everyone.
I don’t dance on thin ice.
I can actually see myself as other people,
all day long,
all the while nursin’ my own self.

I’m balanced inside,
but I will tell you if you hurt me.
I love humanity
but know humanity’s not a nice person
in its gears.
I don’t fool myself that I’m loved.

I can sure react
in an unguarded moment,
and I hold you inside if you’ve hurt me,
wonderin’ over that wound
wanting justice to prevail,
the justice of the other person:
you count me as yourself
and make amends somehow—
in school;
we haven’t gotten down to these files yet
in our everyday life.
We think punishment works.

We’re not even close to lovin’ one another.
We are animals in a bullpen.
We don’t know where we are.
The sky’s the limit.
It’s all up from here we think
we’re high and mighty.

I can’t get over this lie we tell ourselves.
It ruins our day.
We can’t get out of bed
and open up the mornin’ with us.
There’s us and the rest of the world,
and we’ve regulated nature to our tires.
We don’t know the means of harmony.
We think a boardwalk is something to eat.
Our comfortableness in nature determines our appreciation of it.
We don’t like it raw and wild
in our ability to keep our hands off it
where we elect officials
or they are forced upon us.
One day they’ll get it
for their bulldozers
and next of kin.
The minerals on it
rule out its welfare
just wait and see
its resources rule.

How do you change man?
It depends on which stomach you use.
You can’t find all of them.
A communist rogue state,
you can’t policy them forth,
and a kingdom,
well, their king rules.
Let’s take democracy by the hand.
No one can do that yet.

Can I explain we are not in the betterment of man?
Primitive emotions rule the day,
and they all center on greed.
We are an economy of making money
before we are a democracy.
Well let’s roll up our sleeves and get at it,
shall we?

Well the first thing you know ole Jed’s a millionaire. [sing line to TV song]
Is that every politician that rules us?
Do they have to be?
Do you want them to be?
Do rich people know best,
and if they aren’t in office,
do they determine who is?
Does that make a representative democracy
make life better for you
if you have to grovel for a paycheck
to make ends meet?

How many are in those shoes?
Here, here, I’m here,
and so are you,
and know I’m speaking to the majority of mankind.
Well how do we take back the city?
Good God we’ve been animal all along
the haves have ruled over the have nots.
If you accumulate wealth,
you determine society.
Occupy did no good.

You can’t protest this out of the picture,
but if you want your country back,
change the way protests are made.
You want to limit campaign funds
to where the government gives them,
no outside agencies.
Not one dime comes from an outside source.
The office will determine the price.
We will we will rock you. [sing line to popular rock song]
Among the candidates they’re distributed equally,
determined by office.
Obviously the president gets more.
They get a certain amount of air and TV,
newspaper and bulletin board.
Nobody uses their own money.
If they’re caught they’re out,
not put in jail.

You disagree with this?
It doesn’t have to be buffaloes.
People need to be informed not inundated.
We don’t have to make an election and entertainment’s scene
or the gist our our lives.
Do you still object?
Can you see yourself in the mirror?
Are you about real, positive change,
or do you want a corrupt system
that makes it for your greed?

Where are you at?
You’re not on our side,
we the people.
Is this vacation spots?
Know to be in office is to sacrifice.
You have modest means.
Scaled-Down,
the living standards of those in power.
They’re public servants.
I’m talking modest,
not meager or measly,
befitting their role.

How do you vote for them?
We look at requirements and qualifications,
make an honest list,
and narrow down the candidates to that.
What’s you’re lookin’ for is a leader
that is above the hatred of the crowd,
that has compassion and sympathy
and genuine goodwill.
You need a man above the rest
or a woman
head and shoulders above the crowd,
someone who can represent anybody.
The cast is open
to the humble and the low,
economically speaking,
and we’d wanna keep the rich out of office.
Now that’ll change the world.
Stock markets and political parties,
they’d go the way of the dinosaur,
don’t you see?

That’s how we begin,
get at those campaign funds.
It makes common sense.
It will bring good government
in time.
It’s a place to begin.
Dangerous, aren’t I?
I’m not tryin’ to be.
This is where we need to be
to make it work,
this human evolution
we don’t even know is happenin’
and really don’t care,
and that’s my fight:
can you oh all ye people care?

The strength is on the distant,
but would that you could hear me now.
This is a way to be free.
Do you want to be free?
You’ve been lied to all along you know
by politicians and their aggravators.
They’re not in it for you,
all ye good people of the United States.
A few special interest groups
control everybody,
make their economic needs,
power structures,
and the rich take the cake.

What do we do?
Don’t believe the liars for one.
They don’t want Greenland.
They’re just gettin’ ready
to own the world.
Do you believe that?
How humble are you?
Everybody’s pride believes the dictator,
their own want the world.
You are so very important you gobble up the world,
right Disney,
Yahoo,
Microsoft,
Donald Google?
Meta is another name for greed,
and Amazon delivers greed to your door,
makes the whole world pay the price.

Executives, executives, executives,
in that higher dollar amount,
do they rule the world?
Just ask inflation
do they need that higher amount
to make it all for themselves?
Walmart, Walgreens,
who’s getting richer?
You know it.
Okay vote for him again,
the status quo,
and see if you can afford the cost of living
it grows and grows.

When’s it gonna end
the tyranny of the few?
Don’t we want a fair system,
the right people in charge?
I’m sorry commies
and religious oligarchies
and them damn kingdoms,
only democracy can adapt
to coming pressures.
Democracy was made for man,
in these shadow times,
in these shallow times.
You think man was made for the system of rules?

You don’t know the price of democracy.
We grab it by the horns,
make it work for what it really is.
It’s a system for man.
It’s a system for real.
Now you take the campaign funds
and make them work for the people,
bring democracy down to science,
who needs to be in office
and who don’t.
Is that so hard to believe?
Is that so wrong?
I’m a red-blooded American tellin’ you this,
an ex-Green Beret,
and I love you.
Is that okay?

I want change,
real change.
I want the system
to stop hurtin’ people.
I want a representative democracy that works.
I’m not tryin’ to tear down the system,
and that’s where I’m scary, you know?
Can you hear my campaign funds?
See what I mean?

This is all about hitting the form.
I’m a grocery boy at a supermarket,
and I have worlds behind me.
I could go to vagabond rivers yes,
but I don’t think you want to see me there.
I don’t want to stand here and sing.
I’m a checkout boy at a grocery list,
and I have to eat to survive.
You don’t have poet shelves.
You throw out the poet’s long underwear.
You don’t have room for poets.

There are no guardians in history today.
This is all about makin’ money,
your personal toolkit.
I will not be rescued
by who gives a damn,
but I just might take off with my dog
and find greener pastures,
from point A to point B.
No more vagabonding for me.

I’ve lifted the race up,
and you don’t knows it yet.
Fuck me I’m tired,
and there is no end in sight
to grovel for a paycheck,
to workin’ my ass off for the Man.
Son of a bitch,
I want a better world don’t you?
Is it a paycheck?

The vital part of the vital,
is it there?
Look in Matthew’s sermon,
so you can ornament it,
love your brother as yourself,
especially in these days.
Works, huh?

That’s my beautiful
latest poem.
With the internet conked out,
open the woman that doesn’t have it yesterday,
and let’s have a new field today.
Is that so hard to believe?