NOBODY’S AT THE WHEEL

Nobody’s at the wheel

We’re taking a back seat

To the inevitable. 

Crowded skies…

Crowded streets…

People’s medium…

Food for thought…

Malnutrition

On the table.

Acid #%^*@

Conscientiously banned from thought

Altered state, brought to our lips,

From a fountain of indifference.

High stakes…

Wall Street paved with sand

Lust in the eighties

Now wrapped in condemnation.

Celebritorial sorrow

Their stretch to protest “POWER”

Is the cloak of caring

Something they should borrow?

War on drugs?

How about a war on greed?

Grab the wheel

Let’s go for detox

And fix those in need.