Oh, there’s modesty to be had
while the kids are on fire
and the car’s in the shop with a broken heart.
At least the dying of the day
brings some relief
and the solitude of necking in Great Neck
can bring a change in fortune
as long as the Dow Jones holds steady.

When we meet again let us meet as we were,
naive and impetuous and clueless about anything,
save our egos.
These decades deteriorated into a handful of ashes,
a broad daylight sickness.

When they come to get us let them come laughing,
bearing torches burning bright.
We’ll hand over our cash and dismiss the servants,
play pool with the proletariat,
and flush the dowagers down the drain,
sending our mediums and media
where no one knows our names.


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