the cream puff war
well it it come & go
and grab at me
til I learn it’s flow
ya the cream puff war
well, it’s on its way
out the door
& with the day
they’re yelling at me
on the TV
& telling me riddles
of anarchy
because how could I ever exist
in a world that allows
its authoritative media to do this
& the rest of this song is censored
the rest of it cries on the wind
on the ocean, Queen Mary
raises another question
how many heads must roll?
and how many ducks for a sheep?
if I trade 3 whistleblowers,
will you promote me?
yet the rest of this song is censored
because it seems to be,
the only way to rise to the top
is to submit to the scheme
when the cream puff war
has dissolved
& we need to act out in scene,
will it be because we try
or because we dream?
Woah! What is it good for?
𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Say it again.
Woah! What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing.
𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
Woah! What is it good for?
Absolutely.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
- original poem, “Be On Key”
by Kendra Muecke ©️ 2020
📍 Ridglea Theater / Lounge
🎶 Kendra & the Bunnies
🗺 Fort Worth, TX
