Mustard Seed

Buy the dream that you possess

Cut the check of ultimate surrender

Be like us, in fear profess

Deceived by the voice of the pretender

There in the small print

Barely a hint

None know the price nor the outcome

Insured to which

The bait and switch

Replaced your dreams with another's

Better than your own

And you believe it

Till you receive it

The nightmare of the drone

See the stock that you possess

Sense the pride of owning your own paper

Bonds mature after your death

So till then no payment to the saver

All you invested

Holds you arrested

Waiting at length for the upswing

Can’t cut your loss

Is greed the boss?

As basic needs go unanswered

Begging for a bone

And you receive it

Till you believe it’s

The main course served at home

They always have such clever words

To mock my plight and trivialize my pain

A postulate that feeds itself

In twisted winding knots throughout the maze

If you complain

You are to blame

Ingrate and solely unworthy

Self-doubt prevails

We tuck our tails

Licking our wounds till they bleed

We feed upon our own

Would you believe it?

That they receive it

In gratitude alone?

As prodigal draws to himself

The plot of cain--his brothers wealth

Is as a grain of mustard seed

Going, going, gone . . .

Twofold more a child of hell

A seven devil house for sale

This widows mite, his dying light

Is going, going, gone . . .

Choked by weeds the sowers seed

Fell amidst a den of thieves

Tare as wheat

With pelt of sheep

Now bishop takes the pawn

Bottles burst the last are first

They’re going, going, gone. . .