yeah you heard right –

cackle like a banshee,

wiggle like a dunce,

prance like a peacock,

then peck the ground

like there is gold in it.

don’t have to,

till the $ god leaves

then the frantic pace begins,

go out into the streets and knock

no door opens

unless you have some

of this $ god, you do have some don’t you?

can’t you: a kindly woman shuts the door softly

and kids they make funny faces

seeing that you have now become one of them

having to ask for permission

on anything. feels vulnerable

s u f f o c a ting

tingles up your spine, more like spasms

in your head

exploding.

hunger burns,

medicine costs,

even clean water ain’t free.

and in time to come,

not even clean air.

you must pay dear,

a man with some $ god explains as if talking to a child

work. you must work.

but the doors are all closed –

cause it is always something, why

how, not you. someone else got the job.

frantic eyes

pacing more

time to wiggle like a dunce now?

never. with back straight,

how resolved!

knock knock

and fear enters the bones,

knock knock

and doubt poisons the mind,

knock knock

and faith goes to hell,

hellish demons mock of virtue –

ready to cackle like a banshee now?

tears fill a dozen bowls,

sorrow overwhelms an ocean

grief takes hold of the spirit

now prance like a peacock … …

good upbringing becomes distant,

honest work a cruel joke,

bff is nothing but dust.

peck the ground

yeah –

there is $ gold in the ground

disillusionment,

come weary traveler

and part from old ways that save not.

bends the will,

bends the mind,

breaks the spirit.

and all the while –

people talk. people walk.

you tell me: which matter?