Backed Into A Corner Poem
| Backed Into A Corner by David Michael Jackson Backed into a corner Grizzly toothed and snarling I Wait for you humanity To judge not I wait for you To love thy neighbor Backed into your fuckin’ corner I wait for you humanity as you wait for me the inner soul has to be in there saying both what's the point and there has to be a point we are in a situation which seems to be so temporary so momentary our lives seem so like the flicker of a candle we stare into a universe where billions of years have passed and will pass again how fleeting we are like fireworks we are red and blue and yellow flashes in the night we are as meaningless to the ages as a single stone in the river and yet we still sing and paint and write and act and hold our face to the wind and hope wow! too late and I already did it too late for the roses too late for the show oh yes too many words for the joker and no pointy hat no multicolored vest for the clown with his smile painted on no free will except for the interpretation and you there you with your dreams of multicolored flowers leading up to leading into nothing other than hope, you there can take the measure of your dreams in beauty itself and hold your head up high who am I to say musician to say poet who am I to say artist every human needs to say these these are the only hands these are the supreme hands I am the only man who ever lived a mammal in a lair snarling when cornered like Dylan's wolverine gasping for the last breath for the last word ever uttered by mankind itself used up all the paint no red damn can't paint no red no rose, no apples, no red limozines running through the night taking queens to kings no red for the joker's cap no red for her lips she might as well be dead no red and the yellow's running low for the sunrise for the little lady's hat so little time so little yellow and no red |
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