put me to sleep…

no choice…

why bother…

voices silenced long ago…

by money…by…money…

stand in-line for what…what…

the saving of democracy…

western world’s fate in our hands…

too much…too much…smaller piece…

nothing’s a given…can’t count on a thing…but…we know who can…

this globe gets smaller…thin pockets ever so close to skin…one false step…bank on it…

a plight set in stone…rules of the house…follow accordingly…

and i watch no-longer…alone with Bukowski…old coffee…and prime time jazz from Paris…

this…my peace…

goodnight Mrs. Calabash…

where ever you are…

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