SNARLING

Ain't what it used to be
when you lose faith in your own
ultimate significance along with your
passions
and your soul becomes as squalid
as your fuckin mind/

You're a non existent reflection
seeking refuge in a closey of
infidelities along with the blameless
clowns you lured into insanities
second rate dreams/

They were just homesteaders on
a dull praire of bullshit
and you the huckster with
another bottle of Dr. feelgood/

You took their saintly mates
who loved kissing bad boys/

You listened to routine dialogues
full of crosstalk betrayal
and suspicion/

You drained the bottle and
walked outside yourself
knkowing that the fate of humanity
was never at stake
and those that are last shall
never be first/

It is in fact another century
which brings to a close my
one act play/

I paid the fare to take me
home/

Let the consequences turn to fool/


-George Jung 2005