Crap

Crap it, snap it,
Or soon it will sag.
What am I doing?
Building a pedestal of morality,
Or facing off humanity.

Crap it, snap it,
Or soon I will fly.
But can my wings sustain the course?
Am I strong? Am I weak?
A must to formulate what I seek.

Crap it, snap it,
That none of us takes the blame.
Of searching that to be unfound
In free minds that are yet bound,
And stray in the abbys with no shame.

Time to crap it and snap it,
Out of the window it goes;
Now in the wind it blows
And so in my life that shows.
Tch! Tch! Will the show last?

Then let me crap it while you snap it,
Snap my fingers ‘til you say stop;
Our seats rooted at the top,
Far away from the common shop
Where fruits raise high
High in the sky to say bye!

By R.N.Fidanza & S.B. Officer