Dirtbags and Dozers

It's getting harder to remember Important lessons I learned last year Dumb luck has been known to expire Just when the steaks are getting higher. The stars all line up in order Just to build their boundless borders. Your face is uglier than last year Liver spots on your neck and your ears They might grow rapidly in water Slow boiled, like sick fermented soft serve. I have seen at least a thousand times over White daisies double-crossed by dirtbags and dozers Served to the servants on a silver platter Peacocks seared and stuffed with pearls fried and battered. But we still play patiently Though the lights may never change from red to green. While we await the tide rises and falls Taunting and teasing impertinent calls. So long to all of my old habits Sucked thumbs are for the birds and rabbits We'll eat when we're not even hungry Just bored and pitiful and lonely. When all our compositions become useless We'll fade away silent aimless and youthless. And each year day hour and minute that passes Fades in the embers that burn into ashes. And all of the castles that float in the distance Never get reached without ample resistance. But none can know the sorrows of a savage Faced with a fate ordinary and average. But we still play patiently The lights may never change from red to green.