Incision on my chest
Now you can reach in and feel my heart
Just so you know that I’ve felt it from the start
Heart goes beat, beat, beat
Seal me up with my own internal heat
Say a prayer for 43rd Street
Bring a delicious casserole to the next meet and greet
But maybe you think about having your four-year-old wear a mask
On the playground a six-year-old and his mother puts your decision to task
Why does it matter, I have to ask?
If we all drink whiskey, does it matter what’s in our flask?
How’s a child know how to hate?
Nature, nurture, or just one’s fate?
“The Catcher in the Rye” should have installed a gate
Its not my place to regulate who shouldn’t mate
But if we were to pass a law, would it be federal or state?
State, state, state
Think, think, think
This is a long horrible book
About free animals stuck in a cage
A thousand different writers but never on the same page
I sit down, my first instinct is to Google ‘against the machine’,
You know the one with rage?
Relax, this isn’t where I morph into an apocalyptic old sage.
I just wish we could all live in the Golden Age
So one day instead of rejection, we experience a tranquil namaste