I sure am.
I can’t take it any more.
I’m tired of ugly architecture
fluorescent lights that hum non stop
as if they were announcing our end
I’m tired of white walls everywhere
and expensive neighborhoods
where souls go to die
I’m tired of the over-expanded egos
that plow down all that is beautiful
and put up blocks of cement
to house the “worthless” poor
Of course they won’t say it out loud
By their fruits ye shall know them
We don’t freakin need neon lights!
We need pockets of gardens everywhere
and tables to sit and read
Yes, good coffee and tea
margaritas, wine, craft beer
guitars and small bands
acts of art
speaking out loud
We are not monkeys
but sometimes I would like to be
maybe I was one time
who knows, who cares
what matters is us, here today
How do you do?
We’re all in this shit together
let us shake hands
and erect our new reality