Silly clown
paintings litter
the wall of
the blessed
shame…
of Jesus with
a .38 revolver
riding on a horse
of midnight.

We forget our mortality,
We forgot our morality,
We forgo our rights,
We live as blights,
We drink,
We sink,
We are missing a link,
We have no luck,
We have no buck,
We live in a digital world,
We watched our toilet as it swirled,
“Vapid and insipid has life become,”
We wait and succumb,
We long for an era past,
We know it doesn’t last,

Yet…

Forgotten mortality and morality, with our forgone rights and remembered blights, and sink in drink, there’s the link. We have luck and then we buck (we give no ****). Our digital world, swirled.
We become,
and then we succumb,
to a past that…
won’t…

last.

Wind whistling Dixie
Through the door,
Singing the same ol’ tune of old,
And the whistling is cold

“I want to change the world” you say,
So does everyone else,
What you should say is



I


want to change
the
way
the world
looks at me.”