i

at the supermarket they treat me
like a thief yet it is they who
steal from off of me..

(and for so little too)
they have cameras and two way mirrors
and private detectives and yet

they are the thieves..
not just the prices but in
other ways too prosaic to mention..

lily wonders and wonders when
the revolution comes and blood runs
in the gutter..will they remember..

ii

and if i complain they say
something but in their
eyes is hate..

it is 14 cents-yes-but i notice
you never give me too much-now,
i am an anarchist communist  trouble maker

they make millions
why be so petty
don´t understand..

i

can you see now
why we hated you
in retrospect..

the greed and corruption..
ah,the 1980´s..
i was young

ii

on the south side of crete
young and innocent
people from all around

the world-
cheap wine and time
it was fun..

hope is snow
on a merciless planet
too..

when guilt is passed
on
each an individual
one..

hope is snow
each a flake of genius
belief so..

the wee bird in my
window
we want to share o..

don´t look surprised
it´s a two way mirror
truth and lies
a perfect reflection eh..

burger and fries-
it´s all there
o my-my..
what a pair..