The opposite of oppressed

The opposite of oppressed

Never been a jazz man

Too much mayonnaise in my bones

Mistakes I make reside inside

My wealthy micro-biome.

Even if there's sabotage

The trash can gets picked up

When I reach the finish line

Applause machines erupt.

I’ve never been invisible.

I’ve always felt their eyes.

The constant drip of possible

Is what my truth implies.

If we all hallucinate

Our own reality,

Imagination is my form

Of strict sobriety.

No, I’ve never been a jazz man

And I’ve yet to be arrested.

Even all my worst ideas

Go somehow uncontested.

I land on all four feet

When hurled from any building.

In fact I bounce back quickly

For my god is willing.

I’ve never lynched a whistler

But I’ve ate with some who would

Sat silent as a sniper

As they thought I understood.

I breathe the air of plenty

When I fall asleep at night.

The wind has never broken up

 My inexpensive kite.

Nope, never been a jazz man

Nor ever shall I be

Any but a television kind

Of mostly free.

I improvise the universe

And curse it with success

Undoubtedly I’ll fail one day
And proudly win with less.