yank

yank down the doors and nets of your biased generations

open wide the walls that out-closed innumerable folk

build new reputations on your derogatory inflammations

 and let fresh air experience an unpolluted clime

we're sick from your massive influenzas

your abusive crimes, your employment of demons

the end of the depression is bowing before us

the people long suppressed by "democratic" elections

it's time to forsake your petty term selections

of yourselves as the gods for all "colored-kind"

the souls of the suppressed have escaped being hostage

to your "untainted" minimizations, your inherited lust

let go, let go of the noose around our necks

as you strangle your children who lay down and crawl

how many loved-less ones

are chasing aft affection

where e'er it might be found

in the closet 

on the stage 

in the booby-traps that have been laid

tell me

tell me

where e'er they have hid

fear not

i shall not harm them 

if we meet in the mud

nor curse the lineage of their oblations

to the slime and the grime

or imbecilic crimes

quickly

hand me the ledger with their names and fame

i wish to know them

to pass them on

in time

mine's a strange occupation

i know

like the strange aberrations

any one of us holds

strutting about the streets for an instant of fame

15 seconds of nothing

blown with the winds

live Life

live as best as you can

this is all that we have                               in our fabled fairyland