Shame, Shame, Shame

Shame, shame, shame, shame on you
I bet you think that you’re a big man now
But I think you’re a sick man now
And you don’t know how to be a good man too
Isn’t it time to call this big dog out for our misery?!

Belated Misery

When playing possum with tragedy…a ghost of many tales entangles me.

No use…crying for mercy in this…the pouring rain.

And, yet, I stand in the elements crying…just the same.

The shadows of belated misery…

Always five feet ahead.

Ice droplets slap and cajole.

Promising…’you will sleep incomplete…sell us your soul.’

Complacency curls beneath a broken heart.

Abandoning me of all control.