It Will Be Alright

It will be alright It was peace in the valley a deep harmony of those who fled to the countryside to avoid the foul air of humanity this lair called community had fouled its nest and had to sleep in it Then there was avalanche of thoughts which caused confusion when it settled a gramophone voice from 1930 sweetly sang "I love you, yes I do my darling." Back then when singers sang, they dressed their evening best now women sing showing their wares- never mind the songs- but their tits to the world telling us to win sympathy how they were molested as children, the real noise began hunters in the wood killing rabbits and often themselves in an orgy of bloodlust The avalanche has blocked the way to the lake where I used to swim when young I accept that and find a puddle to wade in and should I get tired bring a folding chair sit under a bush and cry