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A Sage And A Shamus In An Underground Garage
I don't care
To hear about you
Or the you you strive to paint
Even two-ninety-five is overpriced
To hear about
Your bitch
Your riches
Listen!
I can hear you
Pretending to be
Someone far greater
You fail
It's all about you, isn't it?
Someone gave you a sheet
So you know the words
But I know you can't tell me
What's goin on
Drive your cars
Live your own
Selfish dream
Of material things
A family could live
Off one of your outfits
Life is worse
From your 'muzak'
Let real music live
In those with no show
Their names come from life
And their Art
Reveals and enhances the same
They'll not say it, but
Better than you'll ever be.
its pretty much flim flam isn't it? well written poem.