…I will fix your problem, that I caused.

Poem

Coasting along,
Learning my song.

Used as a pawn,

Then I said no thank you,

And I am not coming along.

Pretty soon,

A virus appeared.

Feeling death at my neck,

I run away full fear.

Losing home,

Struggling to dawn.

Suddenly, I needed a tribe.

To witness me,

And believe in my life.

Biology says,

Be social or die.

Back to a mentor,

to teach me to climb.

This time though,

On hearing your laugh,

It didn’t sit right,

But I said ‘let it be that’,

And, ‘It’s part of the track.’

Not really knowing,

You don’t know any more,

And you take your ideas,

Straight from The Score.

I started to see,

Very clearly indeed,

Your tone -out of whack.

And intentions -like that.

Absorb the kool aid I did.

Just like I was taught.

One cult to another.

I had your back.

But I didn’t see at the time,

How you always

Need to be right.

The chain of command,

Main character in the band.

With pawns in your hand.

Just sign on the line.

They think you want,

Them to open their eyes.

But within the contract,

Is a vicious attack.

And you will say,

Has there been any crime?

What they create,

Is on record by you.

They want to be part,

of something bigger too.

You take advantage

of their social need.

You are the author, scam maker,

A brilliant, con artist creator.

The details come later.

Then I went back

Through the whole track,

And I took what I learned.

I thank you for that.

I see what I could

not see before.

and I hear what you don’t

Want us to hear.

That the tone of your laugh,

is pretentious and crass.

Condescending you are,

to the people you trap.

But soon the truth will conclude,

It is money you want,

Power and control too.