$☆Crump☆$

Between these

      Four walls

The lights dim as

   I shout

I pace and I crawl

      I bleed out in doubt

There’s pages unseen

       And pages unknown

A book that is written

    Yet not fully shown

I really don’t know

     How to calm

         The fuck down

Head in the clouds

Feet reaching

       For ground

A trial by fire

    A flame

       For the masses

As the court

     Of your sire

Is flicking

     The matches

They pull on the strings

       Your arm raises up

They pour and

       Serve the drink

You reach for the cup

Eyes blinking with

       Anxiety

Enough is enough

     To Hell with

       Sobriety

This bullshit is rough

I break down

     And rebuild

          As you take

              What you want

Payroll locked and sealed

     All my hard work

You haunt

   The systems all

        Wrong

And fuckin deranged

And seems

   So far gone

To believe in

   A change

You blow on

     Your trumpet

Yes these words are true

      I will just say fuck it

And not bow

     To you

Not an elephant

      Nor a donkey

They’re all pigs

    With a crump

My only hope

     Is America can

        Depend

              On a Trump

Daniel

      Jacob

            Dabney

And

  My

     Fucked

        Up

          Mind

             November

                  2016