Turning the page now, I’ll assume I’m free
to do that.
Every now and then my life receives a news flash.
I welcome it begrudgingly – at first
Happily with hindsight.
Who can claim they have their mind right?
It’s Jose Austen, lost in a series of losses
Some minor, some major
Music to my ears
Some in minor, some in major –
and I don’t know what that means.
I like a little glad gleam in the eyes
While confessing mad failures.
I used to chew gum, Bazooka
I’ll only rip the hookah if there’s weed in it
I know you have a standard
And I’m not too concerned with meeting it.
Self-restraint, I hesitate to do it
Heartbreak, I accrue it
Laffy Taffys, I never liked the banana one
I used to do a lot of things
I was once a kid, mad free
Now I make nearly nothing and lost souls in strange buildings want to tax me.
If I could rule the world, there would be nothing to rebel against
You could still go to church, but there’d be nothing to repent –
Quality and quantity, an ideal
I conceive the world
as an amusement park
and here is my ferris –