Hanging

They don't know the truth, thats why they use capitalism as an excuse, to act so rude, shameless, the aimless games they play to put us in the slaveship, or as they say the deadly 9-5, alive but on life support, the ship waits for the last passengers at the port, but I purposely miss the ride, stride like the gum, meditate alone like a nun, praying to the sun, starring till my eyes melt and the rays strike my ego, burning my soul, taking my skin down the road of salvation, stripping away my material, only leaving the superior energy, that vibrates so heavenly, with no doubts attached, only certainty, but I stand with subtle amenity, to erase any duality and multiple personalities, forget the labelling, make up like mabelline, but I stand forever dangling from the guillotine, never breaking