troublefolk

ani plays the water cooler
and I join in

when a song is a
song is a song
and I sing
and I spin

it's hard to tell the difference
between
what was real and what was
happening

but I didn't know what I know now, then

and the lyrics came like
that guy over the lake,
the wind through the door
you in ecstasy

it's 5am, the water
on the asphalt mocks
the stars that trickle down
like water down the pipe
like water down the pipe

but i didn't know what I know now, then

let's judge the trouble folk
by what they can achieve
and not by what they chose to
do in a weak moment

we need a little riot here
a little disarray to make
them clean up the mess
they made
we need a little more trouble, folks


another one-of-many stream of rhythm-in-my-ear-words-out-of-my-mind