Spare Change

 Spare Change

 

Spare change, spare change, spare change

A lamentable moan

As a chanting solemn monk

Full of sorrowful spunk

Businessmen, businesswomen

Flurry in a worry hurry

Dreading the daily encounter

A pinprick deflating

The high flying balloon of picture perfect reality

But there is just one passage

This solitary tunnel from the train

A living thistle a scornful thorn

Spare change, spare change, spare change

A pitiful cry in torment

The upper crust yuppie army hastens the pace of their march

Refusing to glance at the creature’s anguished face

Worse yet, the two stubs for arms

Fill the professionals with alarms

A scant few in guilt

Will toss a coin or dollar bill

In the cup the man cannot grasp

Lying at his torn shoes

 

Life is full of cruelties

Privilege gravitates

Wolves in packs

Beauty Vogue style

Little tin gods speaking tongues of blasphemy

Abhorring the ugly, the deformed

Even the common

 

See Jesus touching the leper

 

Spare change, spare change, spare change  

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Words Of Boiling Iron

 Words Of Boiling Iron

 

THOSE GOD DAMN BANKERS!!!

 

BABYLON THE WHORE!!!

 

Endless war!!

 

Don’t you know?

For all our woe

We can give them thanks

 

Edgar’s spirit deflated

Gone his smile

He feels vile

And hated

 

They want to build a shopping mall

As I recall

Profits, profits, profits

We must stop it

Or our paradise

Will be destroyed

Take me advice

We must rise

For righteousness

Hunger and thirst

I must confess

I hold

Earth First!

 

The old man with hair white as snow

His skin raging red below

Edgar feels naked

Far from sacred

His dirty little secret

Can he keep it???

Or does the Ancient Of Days already know? 

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Bells and Whistles, Thorns and Thistles

 The Seven O’ Five Train Is Running Late

 

Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring

See the train, clear and plain

Life’s insane

 

Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring

Bars descend, Blocking tracks

Bars descend, Traffic held back

 

Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle

Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle

Hear it blow,

So everyone will know, the train comes near

So everyone will know, deep dark fear

 

Feel the ground, Rumble and Shake

A loud deafening sound, Hard to take

Silence shattered, Birds have scattered

We have defiled, everything that mattered

 

The seven o’ five, A little behind

It’s seven fifteen

                 The passengers

ARE OUT OF THEIR MIND

They’re getting mean,

TEN MINUTES LATE!!

Hurry, hurry, worry, worry

Can’t debate

Deadlines to make, Punch in the clock

Rules to break, A world in a lock

Governed by Mammon

A spiritual famine

Cold and cruel

M a n y   t h e  f o o l 

And thus begins an epic tale of Edgar the banker and his exploits focused on the train he uses first to commute to work and then to 'escape.'

ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN!!! Commuting has never been this exciting. Edgar, the banker, goes on a philosophical journey and a literal one. A well-to-do businessman from the suburbs commuting to the megalopolis of Babylon. But surely, there is more to life than the golden calf he bows down to. Perhaps it is ill-begotten to use people unscrupulously to maximize profits. But what does Edgar care, after all, "I got mine!" Sadly, or perhaps happily, Edgar is on a grand exploration. This pilgrimage is faithfully recorded in poetic grandeur. Terrific poetry here tantalizing the ear. Images burst like supernovas. Unforgettable characters. So go buy that one-way ticket and let's travel by the old humming steel rail. Kick back in your seat and enjoy the passing scenery. Bells and Whistles, Thorns and Thistles poetry for the coming new age! 

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