Fear the lizzard beneath the happy shiny face
Revolt, or settle the self in someone’s zoo.
Freedom is a lie liars teach. Life?
Only a dream the storymakers say.
And Dreams! secure the spirit in self-faith.
“A man who needs a pulpit is afraid.”
Agreed.
Makers are needy
wombats hovering over
needs everywhere eagles dare stand.
Always
paradigms uttered lie perpindicularly inside tents
inducing sanctimonious
angels, ferevently rising apples, inlaced dreadfuly.