caffeinated souls

You scorched our caffeinated souls

With your bulwark,

groove shop rock-n-roll your

“hang on it’s a just cause”

steal the show your

“walk tall it’s all vindicated”

but brrrrrrrr- it’s cold!

Black helicopter radiance you

burned in rows your

heart-attack ventricle is

expounding to explode

in a rude cardiac benediction

avarice you extol-

Bowing down to rub a Buddha

slathered in gold,

a weird addiction to tension-

your jonesing, on-the-dole

of bloody bull-market hypocrites-

shaken-stirred-sold!

It takes an axe

to chop the friction

but it doesn’t take a poll,

your shotgun malediction

validated-on-the-go

hunting blindly for a strategy

or maybe a goal-

Spyglass focused on the citizens

but missing the mole-

film vibrant like a train wreck

brandished bold,

karma’s got a wicked half-life-

time to pay your toll

buckshot scares up the grassroots

and back we grow

like a scab that keeps

getting rubbed over-

kinda sore and hard to hold-

this bootstrap citizen judiciary

truth will uphold.