It was then

In that park that day
Light breeze
Perfect pre-summer scene
That I realized I was quite diseased

As I sat pondering
The photogenic aspect of my drink in the grass
As it was spilling out
I am indeed modern at last

Johnny the ball player
Billy the kid
Suzy the busy body
Is best friends with Liz

John is a lawyer
William's a father
Susan's divorced
She feels like God forgot her

Where are her friends now
Elizabeth can't be bothered
She's dying alone
Government cannon fodder

Days long forgotten
Of a sunrise without pain
Hope lies in youth
Hate lives in age

Why can’t we all share
Like Mother once taught us
Why do we die
For the money, more dollars

If we could see ourselves now
Through the eyes of our past
We would cry two tears
For the loss of the first
And the birth of the last

There we were
In the midst of an oriental expose
More like a permanent museum display

The history of our foundation here in the West
Build on the backs of the yellow and black
Only I prefer to keep clear of the festering beast that is Oakland at high noon

No
This was someplace stranger
Chinatown, San Francisco

A soy canker in the greasy mouth of America
In some circles this was the closest thing to an escape
Or the closest thing to internment

It’s all about perception
A pompous soccer mom/beast attempting culture meanders through the local chaos
Green beans or shallots tonight?

A psychedelic mess with an unwarranted response
Could she handle the absurdity?
I care not, choose the latter sweetheart

“Shallots”