All the
houses are dug like wolverines
The opening
lines of smug underlings
Fall by the
wayside of a certain despair
They know
no happy endings
They forgo
repair
I salute
the happy cats
The bold
bright eyes
The pigs
even fly
Above their
sties
And such are
the cornered hues
When heaven
lets go her deluge
Upon the
unsuspecting folk
Dragged out
and beaten put in yoke
I looked
for humility in the hands of those I knew
Looked for
a caring touch, but they were few
The salad
days are over too
And looking
back now I’m older
It seems
colder there though almost new
The lucky
ones with tickets to this life
Get to ride
the train without much strife
Those of us
without the fare
must dodge
the inspector
When he
comes to claim his ware
We must
slip between the tracks, jump the carriages
Hold on
tight to cracks, as the train rumbles past
Like
thunder we shall ride the lightning last
Some of us
must choose marriage
For that is
the building block of society
By that
token you earn your keep
In the land
of peaceful sleep
And yet if
you choose to rebel
What is
there left which you can sell?
Nobody
wants what you can give
A humorous
life is what you live
Then is it
better to live in drama
Of the
fading corpse?
You know
the deal, you’ve seen the scene
In the
movie of course
It will be
a re-run, of such pride eroding toil
That would
break the back of camels
Sent out to
walk on sandy soil
It would be
a desert dry
And yet I
think that I could try
For there
is something left in the sky or land
That speaks
of rain
And then a
little rain could come
And freshen
up the hopes of one
Whose
confidence had been hard done
Under such a blazing sun
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