Sunday, January 1, 2006

Internal revolution

The revolution is calling, hear the leaders scream
Counter-revolution beckons, on the fashion scene

Politicians on the runway
Models in the White House
The world is upside down
Life is inside out

The revolution is stewing, like a really bad dream
Counter-working geriatrics, dying to make a little green

Politicians on the take man
Models snorting up their 15
The world is all askew
Life dying out

The revolution is building, packing heat in school
Pint sized murderers, mug shot cool

Politicians turn a blind eye
Models fade away and die
The world is too rude
$60 for crude

The revolution is here, pouring out of my head
culture clashing off centered wisdom, then I'm dead

Politicians don't know me
models could care less
I'll just turn to rust
die with my lust

the revolution is over, the insurgency gone
Counter clockwise movement, broken heart song

5 comments:

TotalChaos said...

I really like your writing, I'm not much of a poetry man, but your words move me. Seems like words and pix move me more than the world around me anymore. I don't understand the world anymore. Saw you at Oliviaunleashed and thought I would stop by.

Day Dreamer said...

Thanks for stopping by and commenting; I'm thrilled that you take the time to read my prose. I have noticed your comments several times on Oliviah's page and I understand what you mean about the world. It's a confusing, strange, complex, beautiful, ugly place.

Oliviah said...

I realllllllly liked this one a LOT.

Mike Ramos said...

I've been working my way up from the bottom of the page and this is my favorite so far. Seems to me like an astute commentary on how shallow our society can be. I share in your angst my friend. xx

Mike Ramos said...

I've been working my way up from the bottom of the page and this is my favorite so far. Seems to me like an astute commentary on how shallow our society can be. I share in your angst my friend.