In this land of plenty What happened to our dreams Can’t even find a mangosteen Can’t find an e.e. cummings Or a Martin Luther King Just online porn & SUVs
I don’t care much anymore The world seems sad and lonely I lay down on the floor And try to sleep And dream about the days When life was more than Just a Xanax and 3 hrs of TV
Where are all the grandmas The Mark Twains & the Beats What happened to our make believe The smell of toast on Sundays Or falling space debris The freighters slowly cross the sea