Penny-bottom tamp
Pressed firm to the intangible
Leveled grounds of energy
Fleeting, but for the jolt

Rabble-rabble-party-party

I remember walking down the street to that tune, one summer so many years ago with a person who doesn't exist
I didn't make him happy when skies were grey
Nobody could
Grey was his wish
Motive and observation
Blood, tears, and bile
A lie of a hum
The pain of history is that it takes decades to change
And yes, it does change

I'm sure it all seems grand to you
This list of empty promises rife with typos
This plan for your future that lacks any substance

The filling refrain that inevitably ends in emptiness
Leaves you hungry
And empty
Angry and sad

Hells on earth for something
Anything to make you smile
Brief and fleeting as it may be

On to something new