The Modern Day

No hard pressed days

No frivilous ways

Victory is sought

Miles upon end

In the gleaming spin

A walk is made

Deserted roads

And half-baked moans

The victim runs wild

A fifty cent drink

From the aquarium sink

And one more fish in the ocean

Battered and worn

Throught beatings and score

The child returns home

In fields of wheat

That shine of sweat

Golden bread in the morning glows

Lifted heads

And shaken dreds

All in the split of an eye

One more hard pressed day

With more frivilous ways

Together on a new day