Off-White Fences

Where is it?
Where is that ‘magical’, hypothetical ‘it’ that makes the world go round?
That ‘it’ that makes investors on Wall Street hang themselves;
That frees their wives in the suburbs.
Gives them a chance to leave those lilac tinted lives behind and sell their houses.
Send off kids to public schools, let them learn from the plebs.
Let them fail at their brilliant future because of weed that becomes coke that becomes meth that becomes and overdose.

Get rid of your weaklings.
Get a loft, get a younger lover.
Try anal for once and fucking write about it.
Publish a memoir, with actual, raw, interesting shit.
You then would have opinions that might matter to modern society.
Nothing concerning begonias and the shade of off-white of your pastel fence.