To all yous out there
waiting for your ship to come in.
It won’t.
To all the lonely hearts
waiting for embracing arms.
They won’t.
To all the love lost
wishing for understanding, care.
You won’t find it.
I’m not a bearer of bad news.
I’m neutral as a hot knife
thrust into butter.
To you who are waiting
on your lottery ticket or government handout.
Keep waiting.
To you all wondering when
you’ll catch a break.
Forget it. Don’t wait.
To everyone. Looking for some better.
Wishing for a kind word, a sympathetic letter.
Not gonna happen.
I’m not bringing bad news.
I’m not trying to bust anyone’s chops.
No.
I’m just telling you that if
you can’t find a bit of meat in your light soup
it’s cuz you ain’t tasting hard enough.
Nobody’s gonna throw a whole leg in there.
That’s the real bad news.