Civility C and the Talentless Three
Holy Hell, We Suck!
Built to specs then left to rest among
The Midwestís rusted cars
Iíll be the brick that will reduce
This Glass City to down to shards
But stones just lie around
Unless theyíre lent momentum
So Iím afraid Iíll need your help
Before I can change potential
Into violent kinetic energy
And smash the church, the state,
The pride, the hate,
The bosses, the cops,
The chains, the locks.
Until Iím thrown Iím left to languish
And my stony surface crumble
As I listen to the language
Of the revolution turn to mumbles.
And I call for compassion
While my own heartís growing colder
Hear myself preach for community
While I turn my bleeding shoulders
On the game, on the streets, on the world.