Tied up tight lest chasing dreams they would be gone?
Watching from the other side, the dirty one
Corp. Inc. Work to live or live to work? It’s neither, nor and not. We live to live and nothing
Turn a page? There are no more.
Chained to the fence poor mutt Your life’s trail a patterned well-worn rut This morning’s sweet breeze beckon you cannot
Nothing is finer than a Mexican banquet.
What a waste is a fool with power desperate for a thought The bite of fools’ sound bites foolish notes