Albinoni's Adagio In G Minor

We can invent Kingdoms of our own

Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust

& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams

& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams

No black men's pride to hoist the beams

While mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust

Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust

This is just jail for those who must

Get up in the morning & fight for such

Unusable standards

While weeping maidens

Show-off penury & pout

Ravings for a mad staff