Second Hand

There’s second hand smoke

and second hand clothes

you’re second hand broke

and watch second hand shows

but the DVD skips

so your priorities flip

and it’s a trip

when you get that contact high

on second hand happiness

and no longer want to die

and you start to cry

but they’re not second hand tears

and now you stop hearing the second hand

tick & tock

and forget the second hand fears

that kept you locked in whiskey

rum

and anything mind-numbing

kept you marching behind

blind drummers drumming

and dancing to soulless pop stars

strumming expensive guitars

thumbing their noses like movie stars

who you paid too much to see

in your second hand clothes

in the nose-bleed seats

for what turned out to be

a 14% on Rotten Tomatoes

so now you’re ready to let go

of those 3rd, and 4th,

and 5th hand fairy-tales

and you’re ready to set sail

in your own ship

ready to grab hold of the pen

and make it the trip

that you want to take

write your book

for it’s own sake

break the easy bake

and start a fire

the food gets better

as the flame grows higher

and the second hand smoke

only adds flavor

to whatever you cook

and the second hand stops moving

when you don’t look

and they might say

that you took a chance and failed

but it’s better to have bailed

than to go down with the titanic

and succumb to the second hand panic

kneeling and praying

instead of jumping in

and trying to swim

go out on that limb

and it might break

but it might take your breath away

it just might be

the most incredible thing in the world

and you might see God from out there

so don’t rely on second hand knowledge

don’t believe the government

the news

the bible

or college

only trust what you can see

and feel

and don’t let society steal your soul

and sell you some second hand dogma

and make you think

that knowledge comes from a book

and that god lives in a cathedral

with expensive artwork and a collection plate

when it comes to living life

never settle for second hand

or second rate

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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