Alone in the world
Naysayers abound
“You are wrong” they say
“You false prophet!”
They spit and curse at you.
“How DARE you question our god!!”
If they only knew
That their god was false
Like the last one was.
Gotta keep moving.
To stay in this town is death.
New gods every 4 years and nothing gets better…
Yet no one cares.
“We got our god” they say
“And they do no wrong
For their shit is golden
And smells of strawberries.”
They are starving, filthy, poor
Hopeless!!
HOPELESS!!!!
Must keep going…
Just a few more miles to go.
Maybe there will be sanity in the next town…
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank 