Living without fantasies
Is like living on thin air
Fainting from the lack of breath
The chocolate of the mind
Has kept us from seeking truth
And made our lives a slow death
I awake my throat is dry
At least I am all alone
Without the extra onus
Of dead and dying lovers
From whom smart women have run
But I regard as bonus
The world lives on fumes and lies
And might not make tomorrow
Madness lives in the water
Children and the elderly
Slated for destruction as
Politicians’ fodder
Old and fat with silver hair
There is no time for dreaming
But only desperate actions
The bigots want to kill a race
Leave the rest to slavery
Divided into factions
I am useful on the ground
There is no retirement
Seven miles from Newark
Sanity is demanded
In the here and now today
Everyone must do work
So save yourself, aging boy
Stop whining about the past
You screwed the pooch, my Dear
Get off your damned pedestal
Join the masses in reality
And redeem your skinny rear
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