what we say and what we do
in this world of thieves
can I count on you
to stick it to me
in everyone we’ve got
a mini-me
pocket dictator
mirror of society
and I get down
thinking about it
get up putting it
into pockets
work it out
then bring the lucre home
trying to make sense
of these hangovers
it’s the curse of work
hardship of birth
and the wonders
of you
searching everywhere
for one beautiful thing
most days I surrender
to the ugly truth
I’d like to believe
I was wrong all along
these signs me nothing
everyone is smart
but I’m haunted by those
Phil Ochs songs
not that naive to believe
anything since has been done
and you’re the answer
to these imponderable questions
don’t think I ever
learned my lesson