The Traveler

You must stumble the earth
seeking rainbows for the pot of gold
you are a mime
of a real man without worth
The fool who wasted time
and lost his soul
you are the poising
that brings out the color
the arsenic or cyanide
that comes from the ground
but you are the dirt follower
trying to make up a sound
that is right
yet you are wrong
the treasure is not underground
but found in the layers
of human nature
You have not checked the balance
just tilted it farther
Not a Father
only a child gone wild
in abandon
you are the 25
the 3 7's that can't win
The Father , the Son
and the unholy lost
stealing the wages of sin
to win an election
some recognize Satan
with the Condo,
Chain a Dick
The Don
the trick of bull
lezbo, homo
all the minion
of destruction
You must go now
you'll need a fan
where you're going
and don't forget Karl Rowe.