Alone City

I sat alone in the city

examined all these walls

made of glass

thought about how there's no

picture of us

how we're all being led

by the ass

politics can't even police

its own self

religion can't relate to

a soul

science is an endless

escape from the truth

And art, damn it, is stuck

in a jam

Beckett was right....so evermore

right....nothing is left to us now

where the hell do we go

what the hell do we do

here jacking words in

the city

awaiting Godot beheading the balls

by Bull Hawking

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