Lots Of
Folks I Knew
And Know
Are Bopping
Here And There
Doing
All Sorts Of
This And That
Chasing Dreams
Oiling The Machines
My Monkey’s Wrench
Sits Beside Me Riding The Bench
I Want To Throw And
Slow The Flow
But I’ll Melt
Like Hot Snow
If Any Thing
Stopped Because
Of Me
In To The Street
By The Soles
Of A Million Feet Pairs
Drain Disappearing
Away From Interrupted
And Annoyed
Stares
Here I Am
Sitting
Being
Just
Fine….