I live for the life here
where everything grows
from the mud for my makers
wheel
to the god only knows
The air buzzing around me
still drips with the truth
of how knowing the value
who
gives some meaning to youth
It’s wet and it’s wild
laid with child
It’s dark and it’s dank
fraught and frank
In the swamp
The old power is dying
of an atrophied brain
that made enemies into
all
and sent love down the drain
It built worlds steel and concrete
where some humans fit
for only to suffer and
toil
feeding factory shit
It’s wet and it’s wild
laid with child
It’s dark and it’s dank
fraught and frank
Free the swamp
I live for the life here
where everything grows
from the mud for my makers
wheel
to the god only knows
In the swamp
free the swamp
be the swamp
—–
My Sweetheart will know.
Blessed…
m(___)m
