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    SONG: When our belt gets pulled real tight

    By walt | December 30, 2009

     

      

      

      

    When our belt gets pulled real tight

     w. stewart copyright 2009

     

     

    Maslow’s root Chakras

    insist we survive.

    Surfing  chaos like a raptor

    T-rex around the hive.

    Huntin  strange attractors

    Buffalo dressed all white. 

    Eyes open widest when

    The belt gets pulled real tight.

     

     

    Credit defaults, Count-in chickens

    Or did the egg  get the nod  

    Sent our house of sandycards

    Diving like a Cod.

    Flying  from  rubble of

    A falling green façade.

    Can’t call  S.E.C.

    Cause their  the Vice Squad.

     

     Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

    I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

    Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kites.

    They sold out my grand kids where’s our Bill of Rights.

     

    EYE above  Pyramid

    Hollow as our Chest .

    Since Captain Jack and Burning Bushes

    Sailed away like the rest.

    Sent the dueling spirals

    And Darwin a new dawn.  

    Wall papered book of faces

    Texted on   and    on   an   on.

     

    Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

    I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

    Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kites.

    They sold out my grand kids, who turned out the lite.

     

    Mayan hour glass is empty

    Spring forward then fall back.

    Manic tribe of locust

    Fighting for some PAC.

    Green Zeus we trusted

    Left us an empty sack.                           

    Earth will survive herself

    When our belt gets j-e-r-k-e-d real tight.

     

    Baby’s rock-in  cradle

    There’s  honey in the nest.

    How can we sustain her

    Full ripe Breast.

    We are all in this web

    T’was  Nixon said it best.

    But Gaia plays Dominoes

    Better than the rest.

     

     Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

    I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

    Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kite.

    They sold out our grand kids where’s our Bill of Rights.

     

     

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