(our)

ban the man's hate.
crayola out the crud
that's mucked up
fucked up
and utterly yucked up
the yawp of a yo-yo.

do your dandy deed.
hip hop in the street
smile in sink
pop a pretty link
between your heart and a balloon.

scribble out the mess.
they keep moonin' the masses
white cheeks
free sneaks
kiss it and keep walking.

ah, hell no.
i ain't laying in your box
jaded, fakin'
super candy coat cakin'
the world's waitin' for me.

damn this static buzz.
lock it out, lies don't endure
their trash, slander
dusty words of junk
empty ruins forgotten by up high hearts.

sit tight, enjoy the ride.
ribbons of rocket thought
we'll bring you back
to what's been lost;
tomorrow is (our) another day.


noel burk© 2006