Vise Grip

Vise Grip   2/23/2015

Spin it sideways 

And say what you will

Because I have heard it all

A thousand times before. 

Walk on by

And open up the door
Oblivious to the truth
Crouching in the shadow..

Sharpened knives
And dull dead eyes 

Reflecting the moonlight

In jagged silvery lines.

Patiently waiting

For someone to enter

The good, unsuspecting

Foolish, and spoiled.

Self-confidant, naive,

Controlled and dumb

Foolish enough to trust

And turn their back.    

Taught since birth

To believe a lie

Ignoring all the warnings

Everywhere you look.   

The dumb lead the dumb

And empty out their pockets

Swallowing every distraction

Hook, line, and sinker. 

It’s got them by the guts

But they don’t know it yet

Running deeper

And falling asleep. 

But the truth is here

The same at it ever was

And its a lot more than these cliches

Predictable and sad.  

What courage does it take

To kick at the dead

Beating up a punching bag

Filled with straw.

Let them blow their whistle

Foolish and shallow

Lost in a world

Long gone by.      

There is no safety

And there is no dream

Nothing but the promise

And bitter regret.