"When the Curtain Falls"

bw Frampton

They're passing out nicotine to all the bastards
who dance up the sidewalk this day
Somewhere, a janitor flips a switch
and the sunshine goes away
In the graveyard a widow is grieving...
"...will her woes ever come to an end?"
As her husband joins this Earth as dust
she's making love to his best friend

"Oh, the bastards are waltzing out into the streets!
How will we get where we wanna go?
We'll all die in these pricey, motorized tombs
then what will we have to show?
What will we have to show?"

There are vagrants drinking in boxes
living high on what we cast aside
Cardboard Kings watching rich men beg
screaming to be let inside

Yeah, the buildings around this big, busted world
are still standing, so high, in the sky
But there is nothing left to sell in them
and no one around to tell us why
Yet, those bastards are dancing around the globe
doing what they wanna do
and their multitudes grow everyday
below their clouds of gray and blue...
living beneath gray and blue

Published by bw Frampton

I am a proud father of three children and husband of one in Small Town, Ohio. I enjoy lifting weights, reading, writing and observing people. I am now a full time student, majoring in Electrical Technology.  View profile

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  • Orchiolum5/28/2007

    bw, I thought I'd left a comment about this poem several weeks ago...now I see that I didn't. I enjoyed this and gave it stars and a digg.

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