Hands up

As a statue in a trance,
Snap a shot of self surrender.
Part your legs and raise your hands
As your privacy we render.

Silent as we run you through,
Underneath your underpants,
It’s the least that you can do,
Your only value’s tolerance.

Your dress

Enter the show
And slip on your skirt.
There’s no saying no,
And no one gets hurt.

Heckle and jeer.
Climb out of the crowd.
We’ll make you look queer
For yelling so loud.

Your dress is all wrong.
Don’t put up a fight.
Come on play along.
What’s wrong can be right.

Go on acquiesce.
It’s short and it’s tight.
Say yes to the dress,
As long as it’s white.

False flags

Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.

Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.

Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.