1. Junk Mail


Junk Mail
Too many noise makers distracting me.
I’ve got to get back to reality.
We are here
Though they control the vertical and that control the horizontal.
Junk mail – that all it is, baby.
Ain’t for nothing but to mess your head.
Wheeling dealing and News On The March.
Why don’t we cook up something good instead?
Sometimes even after all this time
It can take me down somehow.
Sometimes even after all this time
When I look around look around me
I don’t see my place.
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