The Canary And The Shaft
THE CANARY AND THE SHAFT
All’s fair in war and business.
Politics are the lamely same,
Voters are genetically modified.
All choices playing the shamely game.
The vultures circle high,
As thieves hone their graft.
And most of us exist,
As canaries in a mine-shaft.
It’s a charming dictatorship,
Perpetuated by would be kings.
They love the canary’s song,
As long as the canary sings.
Love should be an Olympic event.
Ever jumping higher hurdles,
Eventually it’s a social disease,
Highly visible as love curdles.
The canary’s goin’ for a ride.
The canary’s singing now.
The bird’s been the cat’s meow,
But this is the canary’s last luau.
We’ve searched and perched,
As poisons saturate.
And everybody loves Jesus.
But Jesus didn’t hate.
Soon they’ll be afloat,
On the River Styx without a raft.
Until then, put my name with others,
As canaries up their shaft.