Frazzle on the Dazzle

Impetus on the Frazzle Dazzle

My owner, who owns what

A slave to what

In the bus, I look at the faces

Is that one sad, or lost

The lady over there

Is that tragedy written on her face

Imprinted on mine, exiled, drifting

We are prisoners in our aloneness

Riders in electric mobile chairs, modern crutches

Lost bugs amid the boundless desert dunes

The trails that come to it's logical ends

Alienated in a town of zombies

Heading towards the unseen horizons

They don't even see me

Condemned, I am invisible, unseen

Ready for History's dustbin

The College of the Damned, the unfortunates

Held down

Held down fast by the top-downers

Screw You.