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…
