Bed time for old timers

Sundown and now to get your head downand at sun-up, bright and shiny,shake a leg it’s time hegot up. Can’t waste a minute when yourdays are numbered, Butit’s a good job I lost count,and I,like a cat mounting the gallowsdiving again into the deepbecause the shallows are too easy. Tomorrow,may its name be a blessingalthoughI’m…

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Steps off the balcony

When the vultures are done and our bones are picked clean and the dreams we once clung to become the nightmares we’re hung by, ah, but, ‘the sun’ll come out tomorrow’ and five cents on the dollar when they foreclose on your mortgage, if you’re lucky. ‘Are you feeling lucky?’ These are the pages that…

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Management systems

You wanna talk to me about waste? seeing no point because I cased that joint and it ain’t got nothing there. If I am here after midnight I might find tomorrow, or the day after that I don’t know. Being pricked by the spinning wheel I hear yarns which could not be real but I…

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