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