The Natural Resound- Born Ear to Sound

Hoe hoe hoe Down Vanier parkway The gift of love Is the apparent partay You can bust a nut On the sugar queen swirl Or give back to charity In the crackhead world If it’s broke, You fix it Simple and done But their time is a mission And they sell their buns Where a heart string creaks And Brook sold her pearls A thief sold his crack Then pimped out the girl Hoe hoe hoe Down Vanier parkway Could we ever find love And bring back Sunday? It’s now a confession Of too many crimes Indifference is deliverance When you watch people die An ambulance for Murphy A wagon for joe These are the homeless With no where to go. We see city taxes As a way to brighten our world So we stomp down on trash And ambitiously hurl Do we make the effort To show we are afraid What disgusts us distrusts us And they hide in the shade Could all this money Go to a wage? Prisons and shelters And services made? Can a sl...

Poetry Night Birds flown the coop How low could they stoop He only wrote a song And they fucked up his poop They made him wail For his art was stale And kept his shoes To curse his trails No more than a point Delivered to a man Who banked his dream On a note he could land Now the patrons all fall As time robs them sober And a new singer arises To pass time over By time and time Again and again Only some want the attention A performer can win To sing words that are groovy Satisfying and soothing Tip chords of delight And get the audience moving You can hear the profane To the sound on the stage A poet plays his part As the night turns its page  Be it the grunge or the grit The hook or the hit Some voices crawl further Carrying rhyme with their wit But when a silence holds tone And the barkeeper moans They look to the list That is not set in stone Who would be next? But a man of no wits ...