A Day Too Late

"FATHER!"
"Yes son?"
"I earn more than you now!"
"What? B....But, but how?"

While you was whipping the cane
Hurting others too blame
I was out inventing a new game
A game you called lame

Truth or dare
Take or share
Win or lose
Loved or abused

I earned the meals that fed the brave
Consoled the souls that lost their way
Freed the chains that trapped the slaves
Got drunk with sailors who missed the waves

All these things, and more, make me the man I am today
Rich in memories that time can't fade
As a beggar relives his dreams of yesterday
I stop and stare and he asks what games I've played

Hope and love
Fear and lust
Broken bonds in trust
Static fever turns to rust

I see you running around the towns
Out of bars, in taxi cars and falling down
Chasing skirt and feeling hurt
Morning's emotions feel like dirt

Societies waste ground for washed up land filled mass
Penniless, pointless waste of trash
Does a bottom feeder feel pride fighting over leftover scraps?
A shark out of water is useless with rows of teeth pointed back
Sewer dwellers smell nothing but crap
Skinny cats and plagued rats always think they're all that
Fact! Fat cats in bowler hats think the cane is where its at!
Oh crap! Should I take it all back?
Give over my hoard and hand over my stack?

Will you not reason with me here?
Say something intelligent and clear
I take my words back if you'll listen my dear
May take a while, yeah it may take a year

Do you have to be somewhere and are you in a rush?
Do you have a new excuse for not feeling love?
Emotionless kicking up a moulded fuss
Can't see the horizon through the garbage dust
I ain't even halfway started and you've had enough
Thoughts on blame and dreams turned to rust
Fools sieve through life looking for lustful love

The bloated systems crumble under their own weight
The Lord on a high is feeling great
The rats and the cats will always have to wait
Until they unite and overthrow the state
True freedom comes but it comes a day too late