this…this is nothing…capital…commerce…this country…an on-going game show with parting gifts…COME ON DOWN….

always waiting for the prize…better offer…could happen…seek and ye shall find…right…right..

well…in America…where good boys and girls take naps at nap-time…play at play time…and shuffle papers in between… stops at water coolers…coffee pots…,where you goin’ for lunch…me too…I’ll buy,…the circle keeps going and going and going…

more money is made…more toys bought…keeping up with the Jones’ just got harder…vacations paid-for…mental hygiene needed…an overall cleansing of the soul…at what cost…make me a deal…

and i sit under the willow…a poor-man’s refuge…wishing for nothing…nothing nothing nothing…

it is all that could be hoped for…all to be gained…no assembly required…

absolutely nothing…