Two Phones

I sit here with multiple phones
listening for the call of drones
waiting for the inevitable fate
dreading that unofficial "great"

Listen to the guitar play, scattered
silent madness, takeover shattered
hoping i could scream like them
wishing for my real freedom

The big yellow wheel block
my path every time by rock
untrue freedom feeling trapt
all unwritten rules be scrapped

But not realism cant be false
feeling for humanities last pulse
Call it: Time of Death, Theodore Roosevelt
for the rich white male, his pelt

Forces me to sit here with these
two phones, undeserving women to please
teddy, you failed me and passed away
my hopes and dreams you pushed away