what we say and what we do in this world of thieves can I count on you to stick it to me in everyone we’ve got a mini-me pocket dictator mirror of society and I get down thinking about it get up putting it into pockets work it out then bring the lucre home trying to make sense of these hangovers it’s the curse of work hardship of birth and the wonders of you searching everywhere for one beautiful thing most days I surrender to the ugly truth I’d like to believe I was wrong all along these signs me nothing everyone is smart but I’m haunted by those Phil Ochs songs not that naive to believe anything since has been done and you’re the answer to these imponderable questions don’t think I ever learned my lesson
Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx