no fuss

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i was walking down the road i had no purpose and no code everything i knew i had forgot and nobody cared what i thought the sky was blank, the earth was flat i saw no human, dog, or cat i saw no car, no truck, no bus i had no cause to make a fuss my brain flew back to former life when all i knew was toil and strife those are old-fashioned words, no doubt but well describe what i was about i remember highways grim houses bleak, and schoolrooms dim gloomy forests running from dogs policemen looming through the fog always running from the man running with no goal or plan maybe it was not a dream and things are really what they seem i have no cause to weep or moan i have my trusty cell phone with pictures, messages, and games losing it would be a shame everything is now connected all the dead are resurrected i keep walking down the road with no purpose and no code

walk

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i walk down the street and i see people just like me but i don’t talk to them and they don’t talk to me why is that, i wonder is it just their way? or is it because they have nothing to say? i have a lot of things i would like to ask about i would be polite and courteous and not wave my arms and shout but i know way down deep if i tried to talk to strangers they would think i was a creep am i just a creep? who is to say? when the sun goes down it’s night and when it comes back up its day