Poetical Intentions

Poetical Intentions Poetical Intentions There was once an American dream A house a job and a car or three with a cat in the yard And the yard in Malibu Beach is this dream still out of reach What is wrong with this picture is the angle of the stream The entrance of the price list the fortune is too steep The thing you want for money is my soul Just let it tremble all away the underneath of tree is fine for a place to lay me down to sleep just keep the drunks and murderers from me and let me rest in peace and poverty Hard at work or hardly working are you holding up that fence by leaning on it are you concerned at all with the work to hand What-what-what am eye paying you for where is the thing where is the fun the toil and sweat is left somewhere else to do today Eye must begin to win the poverty away to gamble and to theft To golden gods and goddesses bereft Eye am a poet with intentions.