June 22: The Old Straws

The old stuff
Ain't gonna save
Nor will I
Be the one to make the change

When we grasp
To all the old straws
Where passing on
A tombstone already engraved

Those legal rules
That were never written
Cover over all
The ways to be uncomfortable

When we look
For true authenticity
All we find
Is our lives dichotomy

When you arise
From the seat you're in
And move on
To the next best thing
Know that one day
The excitement will wear
And the damage done
You can't repair

Now at the buffet
We take small portions
Moving from dish to dish
Till our faces full

If by chance
You're still hungry
Maybe it's because we got milk
Not solid food

When you arise
From the seat you're in
And move on
To the next best thing
Know that one day
The excitement will wear
And the damage done
You can't repair

Know that there is
Precedent
For a deaf ear
To be turned
To those crying out
For some kind of
Free hand out