Quicksand

Don't struggle in the quicksand
For they will see you drown
Allow yourself to sink
While you become the clown
The politics of people
Who worship all your
Suffering
Who aim to see you bare
To witness you
With nothing
For day will have their day
And God will laugh on them
And as the chaff their blown
Away
These paper clip men
Continue with your striving
And all your awesome plans
Reach out for branch
And cling for life