Out of the rain

Time to break cycles…
no retrograde
or moonwalking
into the confines
that is redundancy,
these Youngbloods
out here
using their hands
for the wrong things…
power squandered
while shaking
wobbly bits
trafficking narcotics,
drug kingpin dreams…
it would seem
that we would
aspire higher,
but we have cowards
abandoning mandates
saying that things
are great,
while bending to men
dubious character
and bad skin
are we going to pretend
that what he said…
made sense,
heavens to Betsy,
these are the ones
that Bigmama said,
who don’t know
how to come in…
out the rain.

How do I maintain sanity
on this plane
with third eye
open
while the others
don’t have the druthers
to point the finger within.

These dead ringers
for humans,
but inside
they are zombies
and rotten
to the bone
these tomes
I give with a warning…
I was told of
a storm coming.
Gather your people,
y’all gon need
each other
in the Tomfoolery
coming.