702. 'YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT'

'YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET
WHAT YOU WANT'
My mind went white as a ghost.
Why are they playing this crap
at the site of revolutionary deeds?
Carpenter's Hall, the old Second Bank.
Where men involved in passage actually
died for the things they'd planned. All
gone now, of course, like the virgin's skin
on the morning after - bloodied, forgotten,
useless and stupid. Yet, freshly entered as
a once-Paradise of new ideas. Now the
endless fat kids with their wrappers of corn,
go waddling by, as loudly raucous as they
choose. Two nitwits are somehow playing
their sidewalk-mounted sound-wand, loud.
Sickening for me to hear (but I am of another
age, and have come here from afar to witness):
This is what they're playing, witless...
'I saw her today at the reception,
a glass of wine in her hand...'