Bank Account
They said you must come from money
Your cocky attitude does show
He said I do from a plenty
The feild that will never be sown
For the keeper of the cord
holds deeply kept in tow
The mysterious delight
hastens in the glow
In plain sight and not a care
He said what is money but token and fare
You act as if you have no fear
and nothing for you unknown
Contrite and quite the opposite
I am never in the know
You have fought off death more times than can be counted
Held evil in your heart and somehow it melted
You must be the devil or some sort of saint
We all cant figure out how it is you operate
He looked at us and shook his head
the words were simply said
I love you all and I have no idea the mission that is at hand
Guided by the Dreamer from a distant land
Now infuriated and twerked with animosity
why cant you tell us your acting quite unfairly
His last things were more confusing than that of the first
Im nothing more than poetry read in reverse
To that he left with a sadist smile
We now never look quite forward
Or in any direction the same
Im tempted to read this backwards
Will message be the same
He is the mystery a living shadow they say
We talked to him that one elicit day