The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

No glance, only mention of Descartes,
Reference is lost in the moment,
Youth culture stole musical art,
Changed preference to non-impotent.
Where is left for the lost artist?
No venue for the middle aged artisans,
So it seems in bed, as the allegorist,
All hurt for the chorus of musicians,
However bedrooms are the preferred court.
Aptly put nobody pays cash anymore,
And some end up overpaid in sport,
Wailing are the preferred poor,
However, nobody screams out of valor,
So everybody must scream out in squalor.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

Tragically the adolescence columbine,
Society takes blame for outlier.
Yet take no blame for the combine,
Priority is lost to class tier.
Yet they see no problem, all is well.
As long as one future desire's feces,
Vast open fields with enemies to fell,
Yet they see no problem in our species,
Masking an issue too virtuous to kill.
The children need guidance,
More knowledge and less grades.
For man is always capable of buoyance,
Only starting of poor knowledge in trades.

Perhaps they missed the lessons available,
Perhaps the guidelines made them incapable.