Is Frank In?

With the preconceived notion of equality

Comes the mentality of mad men

Anxious to live in another's reality

It is the force to move on past them

Cradled in his dopamine scene

Safe with the words that drain life

Not to embellish dreams

But to squash and keep hate to survive

Meddle in affairs that don't concern you

So curious, transfixed and resolute

Bring the rapture upon the very bad few

Taste desire and hope as they die with salutes

Freedom paired with success and fortune

Impossible to ponder such evil routes taken

Unfolded and displayed as sung in a tune

"Went the wrong way in a van, is Frank in?"

"Not yet," said a boy with a snake head

As he hissed and spat he ordered a drink

Couldn't be found guilty but was killed instead

The people all found great sorrow, they just had to think