Public Comment

sitting in the back with the polyester crowd
they don't get crazy and they don't get loud
swishing up the stairwell suits like paint
comforting each other with a soft lament
how sad these people are so confused
how sad these people don't know how to lose
or just stay home or stay in bed
and watch tv with a gun to their head
a little old joke and it goes right down
while the same old song goes round and round
how we got no class and we got no style
and they laugh so loud they all speed dial
and they just can't lose but if they do
it's a cocktail party and a brand new shoe
and a couple of forms and a minor pause
and a yellow brick road all the way to Oz
have you walked the road I'll bet you have
but you still end up on a different path
where the door slams shut and you're at square one
and you l can't figure out what you done
and the painted suits go tweet tweet tweet
and dust their hands and it's all complete
in a rocking blink of a winking eye
and you all get screwed and then you die