Nothing Left To Lose
“Freedom’s just another word
For nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’ don’t mean nothin’ hon
If it ain’t free, no, no”
– Janis Joplin
“Me & Bobby McGee”
The parameters of freedom
Are constricting like a Boa
First by immobilizing the prey
With the false security of a hug
The guise, “for your protection”
While wearing a flag bearing
T shirt made by slave labor in
A country that has little freedom
Bought in a patriotic fervor to
Represent empty pride stored inside
As the slow… cold… squeeze… limits
One’s breathing first with a cough
Then gasping out a wheezing plea
Stop! Cough I had championed you
With stars, stripes and a trite slogan
On a piece of cloth worth 50 cents
That was purchased for $19.99 plus tax
Not even knowing the true meaning
But, it sounds cool and I fit in, grunt ugh
As the compaction continues while
Ribs and skeletal structure sing
Out a high pitched crackling tune
As the red blood & white corpuscles
Slowly Ooze out of the blue veins
Disintegrating into a devoured dinner
Just before releasing the spirit into
The ether, instantaneously and
Finally understanding
The real meaning of
Freedom
Free at last, free at last……
Only to watch and wait from the
Celestial green room as the next
Cast of characters slowly gather
Anxiously waiting to start and star
In their next show, going over lines
Double checking cues, to rehearse
Blocking and timing with proper
Lighting, shadows, emotions
Ambience and soundtracks
Even deciding which vehicle (parents)
Are bringing you to the stage (earth)
“Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
//
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”
– Rush
“Limelight”
Methinks I wish I knew where this
shit stuff comes from so that
I could leave it where I found it
Since for all I know, it only makes
Sense to me, which is fine as that
Is who this blog is written for.