Wake up

Rising from a forward fold
I happen to be united with
The universal soul
Blood rushing back
Enhances that feeling of
My limbs replete with
Pins and needles
Steeped with the truth
Unable to be uttered or sold

My lips competent
By an orthodontic assessment
Are exhaling transcendental
Sublime whisper
Of an artistic playful game
Where a loser is
That one of a pretentious
Frame of mind
Obsolete since
The Victorian times

Wake up wake up
Look at the world from above
Wake up wake up
Money is a commodity made up
Wake up wake up
Observe the poor
Richer than all elves
Receiving orders from Santa Clause!
Wake up wake up
You are not my boss!
I am liberated and free
From dos and don'ts

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Kate.
"Wake up wake up
You are not my boss!
I am liberated and free
From dos and don'ts "
We must make time for family and things we enjoy. Powerful and wonderful words and thoughts shared.
Coyote

[Kate]

Thank you. It's a lot about understanding that we all have the same value and there is no such thing as a boss and a slave. We just create a world as such.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Kate and you are welcome.