On an Independence Day made
Unhappy by unfulfilled promises
I’m standing upon a sea-platform
Clouds rolling in, smelling the spray
The giant sculpture’s great unreal
That stumbles to the waves, it says
No flowers here, it's all heavy edges
The half-moon rises above the derrick
Its tower stacked with rotting fruit
What the fuck are you on about?
I want fine food, a normal family
A job that doesn’t make me crazy
A wise mind, all fingers and toes intact
Some good poems from time to time
Just stop promising me nonsense.
wise and funny Rob :)
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