woe

please take me out of my body
up through the palm trees
to smell california in sweet hypocrisy
float in my senses, surround my body
i wake my nose to smell that ocean burn
so now i'm forging ahead
past all the plutocrats
who sold me out
go sob in your bed
if life is twice as pretty
once you're dead
then send me a card
i'm still the optimist, though it is hard
when all you want to be is in a dream