twenty one degrees and christmas

twenty one degrees and
four hundred seventy three
homeless schoolkids in my town
hanging 'round to sleep in cars
if they are lucky enough to have one

retail's looking up
we have our gifts
we have our heaters cranked
and blowing smoke
past egos to
disquised posteriors

inner peace in hues of visa
trees lit
songs sung
reason for the season
shouted to combat
the "war on Christmas"

still it's twenty one degrees
and four hundred seventy three schoolkids
are homeless in my town.

Welcome to My World

it ain't hollywood around here

could be texas messed with
by ample politics
and voided checks to balance

all the crap is in the beef
which isn't pork unless it helps
out those who we don't need
in undesirable blocks
to greed and gullibility

health care myths loom on
horizons while they
sell us nonexistent
better tomorrows
padded in the pockets of
the high and mighty

illusion tells us
our best interest is at heart
of the empty chest cavity of
big business whose
love is measured in dollars and
total lack of sense

sensation voided by
the right medication
and stupidity

mushrooms grow in texas
zombie stares that point
in darkness compelled
by fear of tax
or kindness