Mr Peaberry

You spit in the wind of change. You try your luck- still green. Cash cows just aching to be fake-liked and twittered. The germs of your insanity float and sprout- dandelions are so damn tough to weed out. I will love you in the morning anytime when you declare: Keep your cold hands between your legs - Don't you know my head is aching so ?

You spit in the wind of change. You chuckle Oi oi savaloy and a bottle of rum. You try your luck - still green. The tube is not responsible for delivering delays - It's the drivers - same everywhere. Are you looking carefully? The magic will start right about now. I'm only waiting for the first scream and then I'm solid gone.

You spit in the wind of change. Where are the clouds gone I can touch the sky. You try your luck - oh oh...This is not the place. This is not the time. This is not the same. Yesterday I was asleep when the postcard came. The words got me up and told me everything I never needed to know.

You spit in the wind of change. You don't play the game or the piano and now you won't marry butter. You try your luck and find the door is wide open. Your name is not included unless otherwise specifically stated under the stamp.

I try spitting in the wind of change.

I was saving my luck for times like these.