When the summer air dries the mind,
while the human condition becomes designed,
to employ an ideal,
to suggest we steal
each other’s value for the benefit of our own
each mannerism, gesture from where found unknown.
We only benefit by the knowledge of truth
as that reality slides we belong long in the tooth.
He wanted to take over the centerstage,
he took a walk cognizant of age,
the public suggested he was the one
he was the sort of person we’d hope had won,
but the world came crashing down,
he suddenly just wore a frown,
nobody could see it really coming when it happened,
this was and easy route he thought, so his write’s penned.
We will have you ready,
in every manner steady
to full the people with crisp harsh criticisms,
so brutal we’ll have to revisit our own isms.
I want to be your guy,
look at me so sly,
yet now I’m here standing near the crest of the mountain,
seems a lovely day to go searching for the perfect tan.