Head down, mouth shut, don’t draw attention
Or your headed friend to the house of detention
One thing more I forgot to mention
Zip your lip, be hip til they have total retention
Then it won’t mean nothing at all

What you do and what you say
It’s all coming out someday
Speak up today while it’s a little okay
While you have a claim to a thought
They’ll come for that before too long

Life is stolen, moment-by-moment
One day it’s yours, next the new owners
Are selling it back to you like you never ever could
Have come up with anything like this grand design

You don’t even have to sign on the dotted line

What you do and what you say
It’s all coming out someday
Speak up today while you have something to say
While you still can own a thought
They’ll come for that before too long

There’s a special suite in the suicide hole
Where time would stand still
If there were any time at all
And no one hears much of anything at all
Too busy they are forgetting their own selves

To dis remember any one else

I wrote my Senator, Please excuse she was from Texas
It came back Laotion all o’s and x’s.
In fair to middlin myamarrian I said How do?
She replied. Bro, we got to do what we got to do
Sure nice talking to you, were here for you
Bye the bye here’s the bill

Needless to say I have my fill of correspondence
But still:

What about the sky trails that turn heavens to sickly paste
Why is our water filled with psycho drugs and waste
Why do you folk all lie, lie, lie
She wrote back: You must be subversive; I can see it in your eye
Also your asking questions

What you do and what you say
It’s all coming out someday
Speak up now while you have something to say
While you still can own a thought

The Patriot Act was writ to kill the American soul
The SB Independent School District
Can’t do one thing on it’s own
New and improved is always recycled and messed up
And the information office spoons confusion by the cup
Dis-Info by the bowl and
Lies by the barrel

The Ministry of Truth is the Diabology of lies
And when the mask that is the Prez
Gives it to em straight why does it so zig and zag?
Homeland Security means you have no rights at all
The puppets don’t understand
Or know they’re hypnotized

Poets blather prancing by on verbal decay
And music is noise that someone still feels
Has to be played
I’m looking for an escape and all the while
I know no one gets away
From tomorrow no matter how unique it will ever be it’s
Always just another day

Loving people are bound to kill what they love
They love you dearly, so ta ta my little dove
Stimulus means you rob the people of every dime
You forked in every dollar already
That was called “rescue! In the nick of time”.

They tell you God is love
But then he can damn sure send you to hell
He will too! But if you do just what I tell
You too, you might be saved
Heaven’s the one true wealth
So hand over da money

That way you won’t be tempted

Words are wrought at times of finely weaved thought
Said or sung to clear the way
To the truth behind it all
But they die as the echoes fall
Forgotten they fade or remembered change
The eternal does not last the day

What you do and what you say
It’s all coming out someday
Speak up today while you have something to say
While you still can own a thought

Edgardo

Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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One Response to House of Detention Head Down

  1. Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky says:

    …for sure, YOUR read at Days of the Dead, plus another on the same topic ….Two reads!
    So, Edgardo, NMCAC in San B, Saturday night …. Stark you are, could be, repeat, could be, correct ….Or, ….

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