The Walking Sick

The Predators

Don’t worry, I will come to you,
Essentially, that’s what I do,
When you least expect it,
I reach in your pocket,
And you wonder what you can do.

The Willfully Blind

My religion says “Be good to you”,
I believe, and think that’s what I do,
But if there is a benefit,
That I think I could get from it,
I’d betray you, like Judas the Jew.

The Fearful 

Why look at me, in that odd way,
Do you think I’ve something to say?
I follow the pack,
To avoid getting flack,
Cause that is the safety, I crave.

The Angry 

If the fog of your anger feels oppressive,
Then take it from me it’s obsessive,
Let it go and be free,
To live the true me,
And be all the things you wish to be.

The Righteous Political

I know you think you might know me,
But baby I ain’t, what you see,
You can fight at the polls,
With absurd fruitless goals,
But in time, the truth sets us all free.

The Addicted to Dogma 

Fool, don’t put yourself above me,
My way is all I need, see,
We the believers,
Use our secret levers,
To fight you to death if need be.