Vagabond Soul

The Yammering Ruse

raise your tiny fist in the air
usurp the night collect the stars
decry their yammering ruse
engage what the world discards
muffle the hammering blight
repress the ravished trust
dire and out of control
you're now cooked in the disgust

so you better do as you're told
so you better do as you're told

everyone's neglected and harsh
garish and so tumult
obscuring the zenith adorned
swaying with the oiled insult