Like the 30s
1.When the brightest hood in town
Stops shimmering like a crown,
Then hard times are coming.
2.When you go and look around
And no one is to be found,
Recession is jamming.
3.If not even night reveals
What every rich man’s soul heals,
You move in slow motion.
4.When the high heels caffee lust
Becomes glass covered in dust,
That’s a nasty notion.
5.It is calming, don’t despair,
If it’s written in the air
That hunger is coming.
Lame excuses
1.Is there any single place,
Where if you dare turn your face,
You won’t be poisoned by dark,
Made of lies and toxic sparks?
2.Is there any open door,
Where you go and know what for,
And are not welcomed with speeches,
Cold and disgusting, like leeches?
3.Is there any honest voice,
Unlike the corporate noise,
Which can fill you up with truth
And not let you waste your youth?
4.Is there any decent way
To know what happened last day,
Without dwelling in frustration,
You can’t spot manipulation?
5.All I know is, shame on you,
You know who I’m talking to,
God knows, you may have good reasons,
Your soul withers with the seasons.
6.Selling it won’t heal your wounds,
It will cover noise with sounds;
No matter what you go through,
Providence won’t forgive you.