The mountain top echoes
Can you hear it?
Oh, lazy boy!
What are we to do with you?
Your carnal skin ripens like a peeled banana
In the distance stands L.A.
Skyscrapers pierce smoggy clouds like concrete knives
The Uber taxi
Drops you off at the nearest cliff
You are thinking you’re goanna end it all
But, you decide instead to throw your pebbles as far as your eyes can see
You kick off your shoes Walking slowly with bared feet
And, Stand under the brown bushy squirrel as he looks down laughing his head off cracking open a nut chewing it
The shells fall in your hair
You brush them off
Remember that God awful Thing you hated most when you were a teen
Well, you finally became it, didn’t you?
We learned we had to kiss the butts of those cold hearted phony bastards to keep our lousy soul killing jobs
That’s the nature of insidiousness
It seeped in while we slept through the decades
You realize you must go back to that heartless city!
And, teach those Worker Ants who live in that crowded valley down there to Yodel like you do
before your words get banned
Echo ever so loudly
Against that noisy machine we call making an honest living.