I’m Standin’ In My Bare Feet
On The Tile Floor.
Standin’ In My Kitchen,
A Kitchen Shared With Three
Others:
A Gaggle Of Chics.
We Tend To Linger
In Our Rooms. Sticking
To Our Familiar
Routines.
Paralyzed Tonight.
Only Pur Memories
Are Walking The Crisp, White
Sidewalks.
What If Tomorrow
It All Goes To Hell
The Whole World
Rolls Over In A Nutshell,
And The Ghettos Are Overflowing
And The Upperclass Is Dwindling
What If There Is No More
Laying Down The Law,
Just Sleeping On Rooftops,
Makin’ Love In The Streets
And Sittin’ Naked
In The Living Room