Like ice cream trucks Singing songs out In some neighborhoods Here In my neighborhood We hear Nearby POLICE SHOOTING RANGE Shots ringing out M-16’s AR-15’s M-4’s MP-5s BRRRrrrap, BRRRRRrraaap BBBRRRAAAppp Popopopopopop Beretta Glock Smith & Wesson 5.56 9mm .40calibre .357 Magnum Sounds of freedom and safety Boom boom boom boom Everyday all day Just like…

You see the craziest things in A run down dope den Human degradation Lost in the inhuman Magnification Of the throes of addiction Sometimes in the midst of the frenzy You see Moments of caring humanity Tainted with cruelty Crawling on the floor On all four Searching for the lost hope Of shaking hands dropping…

And there are nights Like this night Where I swear to Christ The wind is teasing Temptation again Subtle fingers through The strands of yesterday’s hair Sighing gentle breeze Through the broken limbs Of memory Let’s go crazy again Abandon to the primal Shed clothes and morality Rut in abandon as an animal And blame…

Cigarette burns scar the bar top Her cheap Lee-Press-On nails Tap out of tune To the sagging jukebox Old sad slow songs Of bad booze Worse men And good dope Fill her mind As she looks Around the tavern Looking for someone Or Something new To do She don’t really care Either way these days…

I believe That Every beautiful thing Is composed of sadness Like the pressures Placed upon carbon Under the dirty breast Of the earth To combine pressure and heat Much like experience To form a Diamond Or a Soul ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

Where is my brother I’ve had so many others All crawled out From different mothers But where is my brother Two different fathers The same mother A whole bunch of Sisters All with different mothers Or fathers But where is my brother Why am I still here Wishing And hoping That maybe one day We…

The bones broken Grind together A constant reminder That I am still alive Deep down inside Where the soul does hide From the pain And the realities Of what is coming to me Injuries gathered Like the mileage On old abandoned cars Rusting corpses Of motivation and purpose Tossed aside Deep inside Where the soul…

I want my America back The one I Along with Everyone Was promised Back when we were young Before the Boomers Came in for the final death blow Killing a dream ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

Another doctor’s appointment Today I go see the guy about my eyes I try not to worry too much about it But that drifting right eye keeps dying I try not to think What blind will mean Not seeing anything anymore A total world Of dark regret How long Before i forget What things looked…

If I could only have A little Time In a bottle Then like a fine wine I would uncork the bottle To release you Just like you are in my memories Of you and me Back before Time Ran out of the bottle for us If only the song would play forever So sweetly Something…

Greasy and sleazy Goddamn It’s so easy Why can’t you be A little more complicated Why not sit back and get A little more opiated We can get intimately acquainted We can be happily augmented Let’s dance stoned together In the dichotomy Of our emotional ether And look baby I really want you To really…