Paradise lost today   Back then So much the king I was living in a castle Called SOLITUDE   Heaven forsaken today   Back then So much the bastard knight I was riding a horse Called LUST   Love found today   Back then So much the clown I was dancing for a circus Called…

Gone Now with the leaves of autumn Is this Summer of yesterday loves Standing In the chill hollow Of a winter night I wander through empty gardens That Once blossomed with the kisses of spring   ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016  

Obscene smile on her lips Wanton shake of hips Looking good after dark She gonna swing outta the trailer park Hair bleached crimped and braided Push up bra blue eye shadow And bubble gum pink lipstick   At the local bar running her local trick While she keeps her secret self hidden far away Lost…

Poor bastard… gets up before the sun everyday off to demeaning back breaking mind numbing life robbing constant monotonous fear of injury minimum wage pay for what used to be skilled trade downsize downgrade expendable resource blame it on the economy cheaper labor available with coming June’s graduates Suckers… I still feel for them both…