Pointing Fingers Strutting like roosters, They all roar like a lion! Heads turning suspiciously, Careful to watch their own ass! Each prepared to fight to the death! Prepared to argue until the crows fly home! Then go out and vote, for whoever advertises the most, Drink a few beers and watch millionaires jump up and down, Men in shorts, fighting over who gets to play with their balls. Sometimes trying to kick each other where it hurts the most! Pointing fingers the entire way down, Lemmings jump over the nearest cliff, Debating, who should be on the bottom, Careful, to always do a thorough credit check.
I use a lot of animals and trees in my poetry which, of course, is a common tribal tradition. Their metaphors are invaluable. Oneness Poetry can also include every type of optical illusion imaginable, with one of my poems describing the "Einstein Effect" seen a calm pool of fog. The more descriptive, and less prescriptive, the better, because the two are considered indivisible.
