The childrens looks hold icy barbs,
While old men squat and cheat at cards,
Figures glide in theatrettes,
Filled with smoke from cigarettes,
There are faces of clay and paper mache,
In lines of cars that scream like whores,
Judges drool and headless fools,
They pump their lives away in pools.
You should put this one on ITunes.
kwebb07 2 years ago