perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the park
  first light ugly and more muscular than the dark
  pushing poems at the urban silence
  drawing portraits of the passers-by
  sitting on the curb
  combining traffic sounds
  getting dirty looks and dirty jeans
  on the dirty ground
  she says I can't figure out what kind of life this is
  comedy or tragedy I just know it's show biz
  and what if I don't agree
  with the lines I have to read
  they don't pay me enough
  the way I see it
    freedom and democracy
  that's the word from washington every day
  the americat's asleep
  with warm milk and cliches
  and people are expendable along the way
  your dollar is dependable
  what more can we say
  would you like some dog coffee
  it's all that we've got
  you can have some
  you can have not
  would you like some dog coffee
  it's all that we've got
  we're taking care of big business
  and meanwhile some of the beans rot