The old man is beating
\nthe bass drum, again:
\nrumba-dump! bam!
\nrumba-dump! bam!
\nupstairs, so far upstairs
\nhis giant farts are steaming up
\nthe sky . . .<\/p>\n
We hide in vain
\nwe’re already in the rain,
\nand if pollen mixes in
\nwith that old yellow pain
\nthat passes from Old Drain:
\nit’s really pissing down . . .<\/p>\n
Please, no huge hail
\nold guy; no huge hail:
\nwe have enough
\nobscenity in the mail
\nwith ads from everyone
\nincluding places selling
\nstuff I’d never buy.
\nI don’t know why they try.<\/p>\n
We live down here
\nat the bottom
\nof the greed chain
\nstill trying what passes
\nfor passing water
\nwhile it rains
\nin mortal pain again.<\/p>\n
[This was written under the influence of Leonard Cohen’s latest collection: Book of Longing<\/em>]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The old man is beating the bass drum, again: rumba-dump! bam! rumba-dump! bam! upstairs, so far upstairs his giant farts are steaming up the sky . . . We hide in vain we’re already in the rain, and if pollen … Continue reading