Simple Her Head

A yarn, a riddle, a tale of wait.
Never enough time per day,
An ounce of twist my fate.
Lemonade made from from bricks.
These little piggies are starving for mercy...
Pound that pavement,
Pick a pocket full of some shine,
Some don't!
Distract the reactors,
Clamor upon monotony Rising.
Intricate stifle democracy flags raised.
System slaughtered...old news.
Purple haze.
Stolen lines in my head.
Janis. Kurt. Shakur. Monroe.
In my story not far below.
Wild sounds voices grounded...
Nothing's haunted, it's all repeating.
Repeats like the winds of change.
Simple her head yesteryear.
Called into something real.

Ima work on this one...it's lame haha