lack of
control
and no
alternative
options
left us
no choice
token black
man
stretching
a token
as far as it can
go
in a place like
this
early dismissal
reminscent
of days
long gone
and songs
sung softly
like psalm 119
but with brevity
happy are those
whose way is
perfect
so the sad sit
amidst
drying palettes
and empty canvases
making nothin
with very little
breakin bad
and quoting
riddles with no humour
a reprise
of
repossesion and removal
control
or the lack of
with no
alternative approval
a restart is neccesary
but something
is missing.
