Ohh woe is me.
My kittys ran away...

My mind is frozen.
For i cant think...

My money tight in my pocket.
Trailing the street like Davy Crockett...

Flashy cameras and bad reports.
Make goverment tyrants seem like lords...

Running down the street.
I stop to pace myself...

This is a poem of our simple lives.
Nothing to fear but the bee's outside our window...

Its so strange that you cant see my soul.
crying out to you, craving to be full...

Shiney new ball in my hands.
bouncing up in down...

Under the crimson red lights.
my body collapses and there i lay...

The light grows as she enters the room.
and the air a bit sweeter...