the outlaw blues

realization emanates from the outlaws, from the shadows at the edge of existence...did you ever see the 'holy see' do anything but cover up an abuse scandal...did you ever witness a boy scout leader as anything other than a pillar or a deviant...of course not, because nothing important ever comes from these people...they have plastic on their couches and furniture from the time of louie the fourteenth...when i was younger i was over at an acquaintance's house and sat in a chair to tie my shoes, his parents lost it...what? i thought, do they have a problem with shoe tying?...of course this was not the case, the worry was about the couch...why care about the boy...the couch damnit!...that is where the fear lies...appearance is important, standing and rank...bank accounts...but when the starlight hits them, when night becomes day, the twilight, the morning sun...when it penetrates, the truth is told...their dusty bones revealed, their rotting flesh exposed...their organs, cooked in the dirty texas sun...the buzzards will get you too...and as the outlaws live behind bars, so do the moneyed savages...one set of bars to keep 'em out, the other to keep 'em in...in the end we all eat, we all shit, and we all die...and although you might think the grass is greener on the hill, in reality the indivisible sun roasts us all...the forest is burning and the desert is at your door...