4043. BALTIMORE STOMP

BALTIMORE STOMP

I went there with the best of intentions -

bringing home the bacon while wrapping

up the deal, as is said. What matters now?

Nothing, for how little got done. The inner harbor

they've chopped to smithereens and turned it

into a toy - people walk about like zombies

seeking this and seeking that. I'm tired of

taverns with themes. I sick of pale barmaids

in jeans. So, then, let me here tell you a

little something new : what stands in now

for the modern age is an atomic lie standing

for nothing at all. We've wired every terrier's

foodbowl, we've cut back every tree and bush,

we've altered every old and living thing.

I really hate the Baltimore Stomp.