I Concur Sir, I Concur...

[Mr. J]

Societies ills are surprising me still, now Im applying at will
at first I was trying to deal with the hours now Im trying to appeal
they have me climbing this hill with the weight of the company
the cold embrace that shudders me with this hate that covers me
the earth, the great & motherly, only hopes to heighten my pain
first goes the light, then rain...tonight I will be dining with fate...
as it reprises my shame in a mixture of poisons & dry club soda
my nose begins to size up odors delivering my mind from closure
the puddles of shame wipe away from my questioning gaze
I dine over okra & some exotic fish from the Caribbeans waves
my word is swift as the gusts carried by the vermilion rays...
laying in a chameleon state contemplating this intricate taste.
vintage, the grape has a pungency similar to a venomous snake
this must be the peril that beseeches me as I wallow in what...
I havent the slightest...I guess we will see tomorrow my love