So you subscribe to ideas of learning whilst drunk
we are taught of children that feed on the roadside
Of wishing sprees by crab Apple trees
spires Show that we will never be freemen
Until we can rise.
as a catalogue is passed to find a prom dress
As we sit back and take the world in
all in from a cold tin bath with wings.
In the Realism that a education might get
You somewhere, like Morning Prays
for sin fore sine under bequeathed strains
Of bacterial lifes
Whilst still learning to swim in a cloudy pool.
Foraging man in the deforested
graves along the old London roads
Searching For pews to sit through a life
you can’t live let alone write a script for
even if you have the time to travel
As hems of choirs and shoreline lovers
drive on Friday.
to leave others ideas of a childhood behind
As we ride in numbered automobiles
watch the lido queue and those that argue
over park and ride.