roland the thompson gunner

There she was, walking down the street with her James Dean glossy eyes and a ribbon to cut at the opening of the new prison cell for the mentally blind. I took her hand as she cut that ribbon and she looked at me puzzled. I have never seen such a look on  a persons' face before. Was it meant to be? Did we outlast our welcome? Or was this another plane of events turn sideways by sex drugs and rock n roll. Drink your beer and sit still as I shake violently into the abyss. No doctor (including myself) can understand why the body acts a certain way during fear. Must be the pineal gland showing us who can really kick our ass when we get too drunk to fuck. I've been there, done that, but sometimes it just doesn't feel right on the money when you walk out of the chapel feeling naked and deprived of all bitter human existence. Cherries ring on the screen and you heart stops in just enough time that you piss yourself a little and wait for the ambulance to bring your chakras back to common identity. And it shall move forward, and go. Right between the sports and news section of your daily working man's press/ For the poor you may be sure that he'll do all he can. Am I the seventh son? Not likely but I sure do look like him.