Is it Our Time, Or Prime Time?
The announcer feigns heart,
but he's glib as they come...
...Manufactured for rabble
who sit on their hands...
We are many!...
Beaks open,
and shutting at will...
Push buttons,
as suddenly
birds raise their heads...
Is it our time, or
Prime time?...
...don't worry yourself!...
You've been waiting,
forsaken,
up on that galley shelf
while the boat bides it's time
'til the sky builds a frame...
Is it our time, or
Prime time?...
Are they one in
the same?...
We can view our tormentors
with one jaundiced eye...
...though the hand at our back
combs the bowls they left out...
Are we bitter,
or chafed
by this supervised pain?...
I've been duped
by the finest
with charisma and stealth...
Is it our time, or
Prime time?...
...don't worry yourself!...
You've been waiting,
forsaken,
up on that galley shelf
while the boat bides it's time
'til the sky builds a frame...
Is it our time, or
Prime time?...
Are they one in
the same?...
©
5/19/20
Bunny Villaire