(20 minute poetry)

Life's just a cram
hairy legs and
strawberry jam

bread waiting to be buttered.

shut up
shut in
cut out
we can't win.

The technology **** kids
the bums on skid row
the same sort of people
looking for somewhere to go

and where would that be?
not here
not in me.

If life is a cram
legs and jam
let's ram it all in to
the span of a lifetime

three score years and ten
back then,
I suspect it's a little bit
more these days

and these days?

These are the days
the modern age
we're still at war
there's still the rage

we want it all and
we want it now

how to equate this with
a peaceful state is
beyond my ken

easier back then
you knew where you were
with three score years
and ten.