Messages

I sent a message out to sea, and waited for a response.
I watched it settle, I watched it sway, and with a lowly wave it was gone.
Cursed I did and I parted ways with the ever-changing horizon.

I tied a message to a pigeon, and watched its ascension.
It flapped its wings this way and that, towards the wrong direction.
Stomped I did and shunned the birds with faulty navigation.

I carved a message in a tree, and left it for the night.
But loggers came and took the tree and left me no reply.
Protested I did, and off I went to plan my next outcry.

I spray-painted a message on the side of a building, and waited for a reaction.
They came, they saw, they reported and shared without giving me recognition.
Arrested I was, quickly too, as this was apparently vandalism.

Whipping Boy

Whipping Boy oh Whipping Boy…
You’re not running fast enough.
The world is catching up to you
And when it does you know you will be punished.

Punished? Yes Punished!
You are the scapegoat
If you have spare moments my friend
You are not working hard enough

Enough! I say Enough!
No more slacking, no more waiting
I demand for you to be perfect
There are no excuses for failure!

Failure, you are a failure!
You’ll never be good enough
You’ll never be fast enough
Oh whipping boy, it’s a trap.

Trap, you are trapped.
No one can save you from your lot.
Stand up Whipping boy.
Stand up and fight back.

Back, you mongers go back!
He’s had enough and he’s coming around.
The Whipping Boy has learned his say.
And you will listen.

Listen to me, Listen!
Or suffer the fate of words.
When you oppress and restrict,
The Whipping Boy will come back for you.