and leather-bound books built up by heavy locked crooks with unburdened minds of bastardized darwinian logic projected as hard evidence on backs and faces of our ancestral culprits wasted
toiling as the majority on plantated crimes
we wanna knock and climb brass rings of wisdom and build our own hot breath kingdoms and make fuming passions rain down ash then hand out dirty white rules to wipe up and memorize then howl our own law hand-me-downs upon the class of masses and grin as each graduate passes on our synthesized words that sterilize natural awe
sage grows on the mountain
you can dig it with a silver spoon
float it off to market
hawk and talk it from hot air balloons
get your good old-fashioned learning
hear the bell in summer's ending underneath the apple tree
time to choose a branch and build your nest of animosity
now we're really
really learning
it's been hard to grow outside
growing good at act happy
and pretend that the ivy vines
didn't weigh our branch down
it's been hard to grow outside
but we're finally happy
with the sage on the mountain now
is it plant or animal
sage grows on the mountain
round the fountain of unfiltered truth
someone's locked the well
you might contaminate their point of view
and the taste of high-class feelings
peeking through the keyhole
thirsty people watch the master read
one degree of kneeling separates the haves from loving need
and the art of low-class feeling
it's been hard to grow outside
growing good at act happy
and pretend that the ivy vines
didn't weigh our branch down
it's been hard to grow outside
but we're finally happy
with the sage on the mountain now
is it plant or animal
finally
ochre
ivy
brick and leather-bound books to find and fill our minds with double standard vision by degrees we banished slaving over someone else's question tests or problems and abolished all un-savary un-good grammar and forbid shovels
picking or hammers and the act of starching linen to become the educated ones wrapped in them