Death of a Baker, Life of a Hound

Tipsy on one step
Forward and back
Legs apart balance
Brain on a crepe
Gravity attack
Last chance

Delicate crisp
French pancake lover
Of mine and yours
Falls. A hopeless wisp
Betrays in hover
The gravitational whores

But so does the dog
Make the midair snatch
For midair snacking
Depriving that hog
Of the pancake catch.
Hog: sent packing.

Peace and Love, or death from above

"Freedom was attacked Today..."
If only words could wash away
The biggest lie
Did freedom die?
And bigger still
That freedom will
Or can, at that
...the silly twat...

"...and Freedom will be defended."
Not a good idea is it
To have no idea of that idea)
Unended. At least he tried?
He didn't, no, he never was.
Tried, with reason.

We were under no real threat of tyranny,
Fighting
For Freedom
(did I imagine your lies? Of course I did.)
for our freedom
Code for killing, dear George,
And your code for vengeance.



A concept like a baby,
From conception, we agree.

Freedom is not born of you
But you of it
You scare me, George!
A baby is very much like a President
A President is very much like you
You are very much like
Freedom
Misappropriational Freedom Freedom

Convenient concept?
For you.
Because freedom comes
It comes with certain...oops
...well... you get the idea

What about...
Responsibility.
It also comes with Agility.
Telekenesis! But sometimes Prosthesis.
With a bit of a thrill.
Like a veto on an oxygen bill (crush and snort)

I'm a baby too. Poke fun, at you?
And that's the moment you're at your best.
Did you pass the test?

Tell me, what is balls?

Though I’d much rather you
Complement me
For taking so long to acquiesce
Life as we know it
Is even affirmed
By the acceptance of your creed
Art
is
business