California

Life is full life is grey: At its best it's just OK. But I'm happy to report Life is also short. So I find myself back in California - I'm a coolie for the tourists, those happy Epicureans: Evil spectres from my own suburban upbring. As I reveal points of interest, I can chat so pleasantly, But it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless And there's no reason for this dark mood. It will pass; it will return, but will I ever learn ? And the children of privilege begging for my spare change. Do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants, or would they best be served a swift kick Slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of California.