By Scott Bailey © 2014
A pillow, a rock,
A wage slave and a lover
Is this all I am

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
A pillow, a rock,
A wage slave and a lover
Is this all I am
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
The lord of darkness cometh
draped in shades of grey
So many tastes of opium
are available today
Opium is not the only drug
to while away the hours
So much poison sugar
before which reason cowers
For every palette there’s a taste
for every twisted dream
On endless shelves in endless dens
the merchandise does gleam
So the sellers sell us
down the river deep
To dream our dreams of sweet success
though we do not sleep
And while we dream on endlessly
the future will never bring
The day we rise up and in hand
to solve
anything
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams