all lie

tossing, turning; in my head
pleasant visions quickly fled

tattered dreams began to creep
i could scarcely think of sleep

i looked about and was not alone
everywhere lie a restless drone

pain escaped in troubled breathes
dismantled wills must acquiesce

told to work and to procreate
distempered men we incarcerate

fear subversion, but not of self
distraction successful, ideal of wealth

failure impossible, self medication
easier to swallow the external delegation

lie still and they will lie too
it’s what society requires all do

eyes closed for restless slumber
just until they call my number

[audio:http://www.andrewdanderson.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/alllie.mp3|titles=alllie]

1 Response

  1. liz says:

    Damn the man!

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