FunnyMoney
What kind of
man does not see this light
where red is green and black is white
Colorblind in a peculiar way
racist overtones
and secular scapegoats
sailed angrily into the bay
The girl (so lovely)
her lust was stuck somehow to the middle-of-the-end
where
whitetightlight and softroundsound
could not bend
Her salty green eyes peered from behind a glass of water everyone
in the room knew she was his daughter
Decades later when her lips became parched
the same death train rode through the evening
the elitists they marched
Pounding on a house that never was a home
a family that always did roam
from
town to town
from
rags and pale skinned frowns
to
fountains and diamond crowns
Now gold is all that creeps through their minds
blinds the signs of all that lost love
and traps
the girl (once lovely)
so high high high
up above
