coming down the pipe

all kids know for sure

their parents are fools

& I made sure

I had the evidence

just to be clear

listened intent

to their conversations

bordering on the banal

the rough ways they displayed

their ignorance on the world stage

listening to politicians

who were obvious fakes

eyes wide as their lies moved crooked lips

& vowed things were gonna change

when my crowd moved into town

& now

I see the mediocrity curse catching

the slow move to grey suits

trousers some kind of fawn

I hear mi compadres talking

like yesterdays news

is fresh from the pot

worshipping woeshipping celebrities

with nothing fresh to offer

but endorsements

for products we already got

& it’s a slow low scream to the death

when there are no new ideas

ways of being to fix this mess

small puddles of mayhem

created by mediocrity

coming down the pipe

one promise

if there is one promise

I wish to exact of my friends

is that you do not go out of this life

sloping towards the end

wearing pastel colours

some kind of fawn trousers skirts

beige slacks are a no no

as are off white cream shades of sand

go out in glory please

ripped punk shirts trews

metal black t shirts

colours the range of the spectrum

but not pastels faded thinned

you had blood in your veins

anger in your voices

passions in hearts heads minds

let us keep it that way

remind them how life is done