An American prayer, av Jim Morrisson

Where are the feasts
we were promised?

Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)

The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(And where were you in our
lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower…

-Jim Morrison, An American Prayer

Is your money burning a hole in your pocket? - Day 7, Year 2
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