Lost
Dancing naked is only for stages
Private arrangements
And notebook pages
But sometimes I feel like a stripper
Like life is saying strip her.
An intoxicated mind
Eases the pain of crucifixion
While the hands of struggle carry me to suicide
Or make it rain.
The need for dollar bills
Uncover my desperation for survival
The United States is just one big natural disaster.
They HAARP
We Strings
Strumming and stripping
Dollar bills falling everywhere
The poor look down on the middle class
While the rich look back and laugh
Bc somehow they know with a clear view
Of the past you can bring it back to life.
In a democracy there is no such thing as right
Only the right to vote
those who do the right thing often get the right results
but it’s like choosing which hand you want to use to choke
I swing on poles of “I don’t knows”
Hoping positive platforms keep me on my toes.
Praying the next big spender will walk through the door
Take his seat in the oval office
Discuss my worth over khalua and coffee.
Meanwhile I must continue to dance
Our relation to socioeconomics is like a dramatic romance
Lure you in, step inside, turn you out, plant the doubt
You’re intuition can’t be proven
Promises of good behavior is soothing
Plus there is no real evidence of wrong doing
But Mr. President didn’t I give you the best head
Let you have the best of my head
can my intelligence possibly be more relevant than your negligence
If a mind is a terrible thing to waste
Then how does it taste when you licked my consciousness clean from the plate.
That American pie
Look me in the face and tell me a sweet lie
Bc it will keep me dancing.
I gather the strength to climb to the top
Of these I don’t know poles
Let my hands go
Use my thighs to control
The swing of my head
Back and forth
Trying to lose consciousness
Trying to ignore the fact that
The elephant in the room
Has a left and a right wing
Just keep swaying your hips America
Don’t listen to those silly things.
We gone have to resurrect MLK
Just for somebody to have a dream
Or is it just time to wake up
By the time we figure it out
I will have become a pro at
Swinging from the poles of “I don’t know”
Copyright 2010 Shelly Bell