John Henry Simony

Ain’t no folk hero’s majesty
Ain’t no John Henry simony
Ain’t no rough handed ministry

Oh-
The country’ll sell you harmonic myth
For one thousand grains of sentiment
For the weight of rhetoric on your back

They’ll steel your soul into the minds of the public
Press you into papers  
Your face will flit about on the wind
They’ll journalize and demonstrate you
Fictionalize you and remonstrate you
Make you tangible
Understandable
Impossible

Reviews

[faryn wolff]

I've missed your creative reflections on the state of things, as it were. Wonderfully, every word is appropriately placed to express whatchu expressin', mister. Very folksy, bluesy country something everything vibes goin on. Simple folk simply witnessing society's surrender to the media, commercialism, monetarism...All those isms ick. Fabricated tunes and lies and even paper butterflies. When's someone gonna brush away the dust to find the true condition .. ? Wonderful write, mister. Hope you're enjoying life with your observant eyes.