A Few Thoughts

Without the attitude, without the grin,
Without the power tools you bought last week,
Without the disenfranchised and the meek
On your long coattails, thinking they could win
(Even survive), without a load of gin,
Without those children playing hide and seek
Among abandoned cars down by the creek
Near bat caves, try to reel a few thoughts in.

Try thinking of the thin gruel our souls get,
Almost enough for us not to get sick,
As grim and tasteless as it isn't thick,
Remember how the old poor aren't rich yet,
And think of those executives you met,
Then tell me whose heart burns the thinnest wick.