Low - Noaa Rienecker

Woke up low today
Wretched, mired in black silt
Reaping what I’ve sown

Once more from the top
How many times is enough?
How many refrains?

Collecting words and pills and powder,
No rubber hits the road,
Just pretty maxims
With no intrinsic power.

Let’s hear another!
One more for the lexicon,
One more holy verse!

A sword with no edge,
The senile gatekeeper,
My righteous bondage.