The Blues Do a Bodacious Breakthrough
searching for a stream without the shiver . . .
Been floating plucky in my hoodoo canoe
society’s gone cuckoo, it’s time to renew
ten brooding toadstools remind me of you
as the blues do a bodacious breakthrough.
To some the truth is hazy and unimportant
porous politics are unbridled and absorbent
ever mystified by the unreasonably ardent
as freedoms are served up to the serpent.
A big harsh splash into Retribution River
if the fixated fascists manage to deliver
an upcoming defeat will detonate my liver
searching for a stream without the shiver.
Is it time to make my break for eternity
where birds and bees pollenate diversity
female wings not clipped by paternity
where ease isn’t endangered by absurdity.
Please don’t say you’ll miss me if I’m gone
don’t ask me to stay and endure this con
upcoming vendetta won’t be a mere yawn
might be time to seek a brand-new dawn.
