Self portrait

Five Mexicans pissing in that old tin bucket
and carnivals of cotton candy and you
said Arthur Lee
snow turns yellow
autumns mellow
fruits n fusion of blue sun rays
these are the never days

They can show us love
n Hollywood deserves that smack across its face
the luckiest guys in town were Laurel and Hardy
all those years ago
saw the new skyscrapers being developed
constructed next to palm trees
and smack hard pavements

That was years ago
another century
when people laughed
Houdini was still in his prime
or was that a bit later
waiter
another scotch on the rocks

Now security is your best friend
it never really went away
lent its name to something else
other than this
sun trapped bliss
zero time has com
n you are in the hunt
for money and wealth
translucent gold that shines from hotel chandeliers

And the pigs will dine out
on their own meat tonight
cannibals the lot of them
rotten bastards
who scratch and scrape
to escape
from this sunny nightmare of a world
where everything's hip and cool
n the world of the dollar rules