people's clutter
we have too much
blow it up
burn it down
we still have too much
all this plastic and such
what a befuddled world
where we live
box it up
blow it down
it seems the world is rich
still a muddled question
is it witchcraft
or just a baloney sandwich
filling our growling bellies
other rich mindless foods
not just peanut butter and jelly
and half baked ideas
bitching to satisfy our hungry spawn
something to feed our needs
something to senselessly graze on
if God could see us now
tell us what we should
sensibly do
either right and wrong
would we be understood
I wonder what God would say
if God could feed us now
relieve us of our manic clutter
all that cosmic power
drag us from this desperate gutter
turn manna into herbs and hay

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