Immobile Commiseration

Immobile Commiseration

The wax bubbles

Washing away

My troubles

Making me forget,

This fucking hovel

No one is more

Deserving of shit

It’s not a lesson to be poor,

And to serve the rich

No reincarnation

No past life connotations

One life, one world, no nations

Only one stop at the station

Live that precious

Life with passion

And always be brazen

My life curling

In oily clouds,

Embittering

My immobile

Hallucinations

Everywhere

Feeling sabotaged

Revolution folding

Into commiseration

The subdued are due

Revolution

Isn’t a substitute

Or a rebuke

To a economic dispute

Fickle, with no fortitude

The new world eludes

All but the multitudes

Crippled now
By, spooks and fools