mojo
05-23-2008, 08:59 PM
This is a fairly old poem i wrote back in the 80's that ive posted before in the bad Poetry thread but i've always secretly liked it just a little bit, so i'll enter it just for the hell of it.
THE STAND.
Congregating dreamers
Prophets of the year
Regulated schemers
Filling you with fear.
Should you meet a fellow with less than yourself
Take what he offers and put it on the shelf.
Prophets of the year
With nothing left to lose
Congregating dreamers
And the schemers who will choose.
Should you pass a leper begging in the street
Pay him with some morsels from your hands and feet.
Regulated schemers
Opening the purse
Congregated dreamers
Prophets drive the hearse
Should you see a smoking gun in the leaders hand
Pass him by and you will die, its time to make a stand.
THE STAND.
Congregating dreamers
Prophets of the year
Regulated schemers
Filling you with fear.
Should you meet a fellow with less than yourself
Take what he offers and put it on the shelf.
Prophets of the year
With nothing left to lose
Congregating dreamers
And the schemers who will choose.
Should you pass a leper begging in the street
Pay him with some morsels from your hands and feet.
Regulated schemers
Opening the purse
Congregated dreamers
Prophets drive the hearse
Should you see a smoking gun in the leaders hand
Pass him by and you will die, its time to make a stand.