Ohh woe is me.
My kittys ran away...

My mind is frozen.
For i cant think...

My money tight in my pocket.
Trailing the street like Davy Crockett...

Flashy cameras and bad reports.
Make goverment tyrants seem like lords...

Running down the street.
I stop to pace myself...

The light grows as she enters the room.
and the air a bit sweeter...

Under the crimson red lights.
my body collapses and there i lay...

Shiney new ball in my hands.
bouncing up in down...

Its so strange that you cant see my soul.
crying out to you, craving to be full...

This is a poem of our simple lives.
Nothing to fear but the bee's outside our window...