I have seen the splintered timbers 
of a forest losing pine, waiting on
a fire to carbonate its time.

I know I am chemicals 
reacting to their tides
but my mind it overules
a simpleton's design.

There are maggots in the city
roaches in your flour
i don't concern myself 
with your darkest hour.

Don't blame it on your Mother
or your Father who's a song
you have one shot at living  
yesterday is dead and gone.

ajs