drown in self pity
drown in self pity
the plight of the fourty five
sad narcissism
drown in self pity
the plight of the fourty five
sad narcissism
the fucking nazis
cancer on society
ever vigilant
with the task now joined
and the plans carefully planned
time to shave a yak
a spark in our bones
and rise on our wings of flame
possibilities
the full moon rises
drifting from behind the trees
a ghost lurks nearby
a world built to burn
with safety in the silence
attention of ghosts
lunchtime marks half way
waded through the morning's muck
surviving monday
on the midnight train
embracing the to and fro
tired despondence
capitalism
the cultural pollution
and greed run amok
a cool evening breeze
to help wash away the week
cider on the porch