Something knocked me out the
trees now I’m on my knees

Wheels keep turning
… Something’s burning
Don’t like it but I guess
… I’m learning

Throw your pearls before the swine,
make the monkey blind

Too much at stake
Ground beneath me, shake
and the news is breaking
Shock, shock, shock

I neither know nor think that I know.

So I have no prescription to offer you.

When I write them it is for myself, where their uselessness can’t hurt anybody else.

The good old days are merely mythic all the way back to the myth of hunting and gathering.