4.30.2006

attempts upon attempts...

... to explain myself.

Runway Runaway

(March 2006)


Mannequin soldiers everywhere, display colors they deem to be true.

The fashion mob has their direct attention; gangsters of the new age.

Where 'look at me' personalities outweigh functional character and decency

And spirituality becomes confused with sexuality and a crass grip on privacy


They walk the streets as if on a Hollywood runway

Or a fox who's just picked the lock to the chicken coop.

Only care in the world is for what's coming squarely unto them.

And attention they'll get, and attention they crave.

But at the end of the day, at the end of their time

The attention accrued, ain't worth a nickel, never mind a dime.


A society moving at a breakneck speed

But there's still children here that can't read

Yet our models, our athletes, our icons

They're hooked on the high life, and our children, they're hooked on the greed

While occupants of the windowless tenement, they're flocking to the street


The Jones' are out in front, but I'm staying behind

We have no need for the white picket fence.

Throw it in the pot belly stove, let it burn us some warm love.

Take the tiny red sports cars, all lined up in a row

Push them off a cliff, and sell the scraps to the homeless

Now take a bow

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