Went downtown just to be a martyr. but a telephone pole beat me to it. it was covered in barbed wire. Saw a little boy's white teeth. like wild horses encaged by an iron string. Oh god...does not feel good unless he bleeds. And daily crucifictions are hung up on street signs. they use all sorts of names. hope they never use mine. these consonants and vowels. that cannot scream nor howl. only just hang around. Oh god...how'd things get so turned around. and in the office building. 9 to 5 goes on trial. the man is startin to crack. but the ceiling stones smile. and the boss comes in. to see what fragile things. his dull and pointless tongue can tear. Oh god...he combed over a baldspot with a bit of hair. Cause everybody needs. somebody else to blame. they can't curse themselves. they take their doctor's name in vain. they'd rather jump through hoops. and theraputic groups. than in their own minds delve. oh god...why don't we believe in ourselves. Sometimes. I think. Life is just a movie. and these. strangers. are folks we really know. sit back. relax. enjoy some popcorn. Life's a great big mystery show. Saw tiny faces that are tattered and torn. but there's paint upon the mansion that is hardly worn. I'd like to go inside. but why I don't know. as though I could peel the paint. and feed it to the poor. oh god...can't live like this anymore. my landlord..no.... my neighbor is as tolerant as a feeding shark. but they tell me that her bite is much better than her bark. she goes ramblin on. from dusk until dawn. sayin I should try bein' like her sometime. oh god...think somethin's died inside her mind. cause. sometimes.... Life's a great big mystery show.