By Cat London
All the ugly people
They take and then they spoil
I’ve seen them here before…
All the ugly people
They take and then what’s more
Refuse to give a penny to the God-forsaken poor
Not poorer to the penny
But with inability
To forage all the aisles
In a fish forgotten sea
Deplete of all its oxygen and living energy
Refuse to read the compass
‘stead plow into coral reefs
All the ugly people
Yes, they’ve pillaged now and then
When rid of ugly people
Well, they cometh round again...again...again...
They circle back like vultures
And leave you in the dust
Of hurried sideways panic
Moving quick and dangerous
I’ve seen some ugly people
Gosh, they’re ghastly as they might
I liken them to nothing on this earth or in plain sight
They’re nothing like a flower
And they’re nothing like a worm
They’re twisted and they’re cunning
Yet they aren’t like a germ
They’re something made from anti-heaven
Hell would spit them out
They come in droves from caves unknown
In sickness and in drought
They drink up all the water
And they even eat the sand
Just to be the first to act
The first without a plan
I’ve seen the ugly people
And we cannot shield our eyes
Tis now the time to stop them
With our truth amidst our cries
I’ve seen the ugly people
And they need right now convert
To life’s finalities
And stoic mantra of a birth
You cannot beat the expiration
And you cannot ‘er play
God May when you forage seas again
He bringeth then a fog
That stops them in the moonlight
So it shines upon their curse
Disrupts their cloudy vision
So much that it will reverse
A pain that’s plain sight vigilant
It scorns the life they wrought
Until they give the fish back
To the poor man with a cough
I’ve seen the ugly people A day so long to rest
When challenge they did to a God That stopped their damned incest
I’ve seen the ugly people
They took and then they spoiled
I’ve seen them here long....long...long....before.