Lloyd, Lloyd, Devoid Of

I don't want to watch them die,
one by one They pick them off like flies.
Will the world accept.
When is civility just pretending
not to be the animals that we well and truly are.
Our ancestors swell.
And with what no one can agree on,
certainly not me.
In the neon, the world beckons
“preach with us”
but preach for what?
I cannot decide on,
certainly concentrated the
pollution of people and the people polluted.
And what do we plead for?
I will tell you,
all the wrong things.
Because we accessorize with our own civilizations demise,
and we look up to the people that drop us like flies.
Because they drop the hat and we each throw a penny in
and make a silly wish like the world is a fountain.
But I should have hope that hope stirs still
in the sewers, the muggers are not alone when the business men swill.
Day to day I open the eyes of this and these
and realize hope lies in a kiss and appease.
But then I come to realize
when the worlds in your own one head fight
the world out here hands you capsules and tells you it's all right.
And you see one day next month,
next week at least,
you wake up not at all.
The phone rings but you don't answer the call.
The lids open but the box closes.
And you allow a doctor to medicate you
fabricate you
and place you in various poses.