Simple Saturday

up this mornin with the birds
bending strings to the beat of barbarians
so ruthless at times like these
stomp the swindlers
exact the pointed remarks
strings in the background
no turning back
our environment is an instrument you know
tuned to our very delicate frequencies
if I knew how to write, I'd scrawl it on a chalkboard
the formula from a mad scientist
with no methodology
then you'd see
then you'd see
I'll say it in two's
as always
as always