Checkered Floor

winded through monotone

one foot on checkered floor

head hung but still watching

one dimlit figurine

concealed

pass it on

appeal

play along

please don’t stop singing

cohorts are empty jars

concealed

pass it on

appeal

play along

meanwhile another scene

tracking mud while blood letting

we’ve been so proud

watch how our star behaves

we’ll all roll in our graves

sink with every word

while all their backs were turned

meanwhile our little gem

is sleeping with sycophants

but now and then we’re joining in

tracking mud while blood letting

we’ve been so proud