.My Position On The Matter (2016)

Left, right?
Olive branch or have a fight?
Sitting on a fence in the middle.
Up, down?
Poker face or play the clown?
Meditate and answer the riddle?
Choice, voice,
gesture or get out of the frame?

   I've got no care for: the thinking of the leadership.
   Hope for: making money out of it.
   Wish they'd all just quit.
   Clean slate. Then we could begin again.
  
                  Harmonica

Yes, no?  
Leave the archipelago?
I'm in no hurry for the boneyard.
Hot, cold,
lost a chance 'coz you got old,
hanging on the fringe of the vanguard.
Free to be me 
on the periphery.

   Dial it back with the saccharin Cupid.
   Turn it up to eleventy-stupid.
   Hit the brakes so you skid.
   Not a fool, that was cool.

                    Harmonica

      Enlightened ones running out of patience
      with this idiocy:
      purchasing robots showing off-
      trophies made from money.
      Reverie is the honey.

Software; 
dragging me everywhere.
Primal algorithm is kicking in.
Spot, tumour, kill that humour.
Thinking summit up with the wiring.
Artificial intelligence killing waves.

    They've got a; drug for hyperackertivity,
    smug law killing crealiberty,
    back door with a key
    but y'must agree?
    Fuck that!
    You, we.

©2016 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John