and crying and living,
so far is all we have.
blood stains,
witches walk my way
always,
especially in Wal-Marts.
and every hot chick
is from Kentucky
which is weird.
dear reader,
please forgive me
for writing this crap.
I got some cash,
but I am still a linden,
disillusioned in the wind
for the time I've put in.
I don't really think
any of these stanzas
matter much, but they come like nostalgia rock.