Forty Years Ago:

PEOPLE PREYING
DRUNKARDS DRINKING
NOWHERE TO LIVE HERE...
ATOMS CRACKING
SCIENCE MAKING
AND NO PLACE TO GO...
STAND FOR ANTHEMS
SIT FOR LEARNING
AND ALL DROWNED IN FEAR...
MENTAL CASES
RIOT RACES
AND AND BROKEN WINDOW...
AND SO I ASK YOU PEOPLE
"WHERE DO WE GO
FROM HERE...?"
CRAP GAMES PLAYING
ROULET SPINNING
GO THERE AND LOSE IT...
CONFIDENCE MAN
OLD BEER CAN
NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN'EM...
A BROKEN WHORE
BOTTLED LIQUER
AND THE SAME OLD BIT...
A DRUG PUSHER
THE SHOWS USHER
YOU CANT ESCAPE'EM
SO I ASK YOU PEOPLE
"ARE YOU JUST
GOING TO SIT..?"
DIRTY ARTIST
THE BLACK-BALL LIST
AND YOUR AT ITS' START...
NO ONE TO TRUST
YOUR STOCK WENT BUST
AND YOUR RENTS OVERDUE...
A CHEAP NOVEL
SHOVELLING GRAVEL
AND YOU FALL APART...
THE MOB IS THERE
BUT YOU DONT CARE
NO ESCAPE FOR YOU...
SO I ASK YOU PEOPLE
"ISN'T LIFE
JUST ONE BIG STINKING FART!"
ROBBERS AND THIEVES
MPS AND REEVES
ARE ALL THE SAME NOW...
HOUSING PROJECTS
SOCIAL REJECTS
NOW ARE ALL ABSTRACT...
STANDARD LIVING
ADVERTISING
NOT A THING NEW, NOW...
EDUCATIONS
ALTERCATIONS
HOW DO I NOW ACT...
SO I ASK YOU PEOPLE
"HOW DO YOU
FEEL NOW...?"
CANNED SOFT DRINKS
FASHIONS' FALSE MINKS
IT IS ALL A FARCE...
HIGH SKYSCRAPERS
UNDERTAKERS
ALL FOR YOUR SERVICE...
CROWDED SUBWAYS
SPEEDING THROUGHWAYS
BREATHING ROOM IS SPARCE...
ASPHALT DRAGSTRIPS
AIRPLANE TRIPS
MAKE THE WORLD AS IS...:
FOR THE SCIENTIST KNOWS THAT THE STARS SHINE ALL DAY
AND THE SOCIETY MAN KNOWS WHAT'S RIGHT TO SAY
AND THE DOCKYARD WORKER CAN STILL PICK UP HIS PAY
THEN THE LOST STRAY DOG CAN BARK ALL HE LIKES
IN THE DARKENING, COOLING BACK ALLEY-WAYS' BONE-LIKE PEOPLE ASK "WHAT IS THE
SOUP OF THE DAY?"
ACTORS ALL, THESE BROKEN DOLLS, WITH MANY TRAGIC FLAWS
THEY PLAY THE GAME, FORGET GODS NAME AND PLAY THE ODDS JUST SO
BUT YOUR A SAINT AND WITH SOME PAINT TRY TO DRAW LIFES TOE
MEAT PACKER, THE COTTON TREE PICKER, ROW ON ROW
LIVES IN YOUR SICK, HOTEL ROOM BRICK COVERED OVER WINDOW.

u got a way with words dude! nice!

stew: Thanks, but it's kinda a curse in some ways. I have to write poetry! It's like
all the other poets who have died are leaning on me to continue writing.

**YOU'RE**

i love the way all ur topics are so varied... stuff most people never even think about, let alone sit down and think deeply enough to come up with the poems you do... very nice stuff, man...