Evergreens of Low Expectations
Sometimes it seems as if
Everyone has gone to sleep
Even while the sun shines,
And there is no gloom of night.
The world is full of vapid conversation,
Evergreens of low expectations,
Empty thoughts,
Valley girls,
Cups of coffee,
And jiggers of gin.
Poets are waiting
To bring the frozen people,
Kicking and screaming,
Out of the chaos of mindlessness.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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