Buses walk with pretty socks
And ladies suited heels
Clop Clop
Men wearing heels too.

Empty briefcases would spike
My pride if I had your life
Aren't you a deary “good time.”

I prefer the lazy boys
Live on a diet of dreams.
Skateboards and stairs his toys,
Looking up in the clouds his only joys.

But business men have more important things to do
Paper work and black shiny shoes
Stick your face strait ahead
As your gaze forward, frozen, once again.

You walk past beautiful artwork.
Only see the artists pay checks and perks

Peace! Peace!
Does it make sense
To make codes on a computer
Pays best?
And artwork, writing, loving the soul,
Is a wasting of time, a hobby dull.

So school book learning but you’ll never be wise,
And all this meaningless paperwork is the life
We choose to encourage
Then when you die
Paychecks rot
And my will poems ring for the rest of time.