Amphibian Bags

How are the two alike?
Certainly not in age,
Sixteen years separate these heroes,
Both struggling with a rage,

One 'gainst a world that kills nature for fun,
'Sif humans ain't an'mals,
Whose dad left him, and he'll never know why,
Smart to infin'ty, but bullied by Lyle,

Th'other was bullied, too, but years ago,
Thrashing 'gainst ev'ryone,
Joins the masses by attacking the few,
In a revolution,

Then there's the...what?
I guess that's all there is,
Phin finds there was naught wrong with his world view,
While Buster had to change to find his bliss.

Finished It

Well, I have finished it,
At least this stage of it,
I must admit I'm kind of proud of it,
Can't believe I did it,

Will probably look back and laugh at it,
Like an am'teur wrote it,
Which is true, but it's true too I did it,
Which is the first step to repeating it,

For now I'm just going to bask in it,
Only for one minute,
Because I've still got work to do to it,
Before I can leave it,

Then that's not it,
There will be more of it,
The two years it's taken to finish it,
Was only to fin'lly give birth to it.

18 Left

What does it actu'lly take,
To live for your beliefs?
First you need to know what they actu'lly are,
Real as a sword in sheath,

That you're not afraid to pull out and wield,
Confident as the waves,
Seeing clearer than the world's multitudes,
Lost in the darkness of a maze of caves.

Many say that these are dangerous thoughts,
That will breed tyranny,
Be wary they are not tyrants themselves,
Counting on servil'ty.

That's the fine line,
In the absence of truth,
Finding something that you can believe in,
Without the arrogance and greed of youth.

Conversation With A Bluebird

If a little bluebird,
Flew up to you and talked,
Begging you to let sleep take you away,
Joining it and its flock,

Then you could help it find food for its young,
Saving its family,
Doing good for once in your mindless life,
Despite the efforts of authority,

Would that help you understand where you're at?
Unblocking your mad mind,
That thinks that because you are not starving,
That you're living just fine.

No need to fight,
For something more than that,
Just flutter around with the other birds,
But do not land lest your caught by the cat.

Back Again

I think I've forgotten,
It's been so very long,
Since I've put this aside to write a book,
The rules behind this song.

There was a time when I thought that I would,
Not stop until I died,
Which might be true, but I still had the break,
Until Buster's story was rectified,

Now it is done and I return to this,
So many months it's been,
I wonder if my experiences since,
Will give it all new meaning,

Whatever way,
This takes me, I don't know,
I'm back again to write most ev'ry day,
The Wen'sday at Twent'two Hundred Hours Show.

Making It Big

What's it going to take?
All this wealth unfairness,
Obvious to everyone in the world,
While the poor still get less.

Is the unifying message still short,
That people have power,
That if we all stand up and say, "it's wrong",
Those with all the money may just cower?

Or is the power actually not there?
The oligarchy's set?
The faces of those in power could change,
But the structure's still kept?

Hence the big dream,
That anyone can win,
It's hard to muster up revolution,
Long as there's the chance of making it big.

The Five Dollar Revolution

What would really happen,
If all digital cash,
Was to suddenly just cease existing,
In a global, rev'lutionary crash,

Orchestrated by the world's 'ex' hackers,
Now working for the man:
The gov, corps and military bases,
Hired to control the rest of us humans,

Tired as many are of inequal'ty?
Been a while, hasn't it,
Since the people've risen up for themselves,
Against the government?

Not possible?
Just look at history.
Heck, just look at what people say today,
About how unreal it is to live free.

The New Working Class

What did the I.T. world,
Learn from Industry?
Don't let your workers work in the same room,
Then go out and party,

Make sure they're kept apart in six foot cubes,
Their hours unusual,
They should work hard, yes, but the key t'all,
Is that their products ain't compatible.

When they leave they should go straight to their homes,
Occupying themselves,
With solitary amusement like games,
About wizards and elves,

Then progress wins!
Everybody's happy,
The suppliers demanding their own shit,
No one asking who's making the money.