The Boss Plight And The Migratory Years

( by Nick Mancuso )

I’m not sculptour
said joe death
and if I’m no sculptour
it just aint out there

in america
we want our lives
to end
happily ever after
but after what?

do we know something
no one else does?

in this manvantaric age
I sit on a giant spiral of a shell
and eat like blue-skinned krisna
soft shelled
ultra white
ice
cream.

it’s hard to be a hardware
avatar
in this age
they called you in and said
look mac

it’s your fault
you got sold a bill of goods
it’s hard to be a saviour of the
world

it’s hard to be a hardware
avatar
toeing the line
pragmatic and a straight shooter
you always said yes
and they always said no

(you was always a sucker
for the soft soap.)

and they always said yes
and you always said no
look I think someones already
played out your heartstrings
(cry me a riverjeez!)

yaz was always a sucker
for the hole in the wall
got blamed for everything
didn’t do nothing
no how
babboo babies in the
thunder forest

always given out
the ha ha ha
and the high hat
(it’s this thing with happy endings)

aint you noticed?