The Whites Collared

Psychotics, purged of the instinctual ability

To reject immoral outcomes and foresee

The negative impact of behavioral choices

Lower the price of infamy.

Soul Search

How do I turn the key off

While I can't afford to quit

As long as the youth in Asia

Trudge to the factories

To repatriate bushels of greenbacks?

God's pointed finger backs me

In those my trust

Leadeth to close-cropped pastures

Where once Jesus walked upon the nuts

Of un-prostated resurrections

Who serviced many Mary's wanderlust

Upon that Indus riverbank

And turned blue as a statue in the ocean.

Let them in, for once robbed and robed again

They might shave their balds and offer rice to travelers in airports.