supernovice

You can call it what you want, but I don't know...
Why the things in your garden, why they grow...
You can call me if you want,
But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone.

I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine.
And I took my pens and added yellow, blue, and green.
I wish there was an easy way to make this photo
Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting...

This week goes by much too--much too quick.
I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick...
But, like my idols, it has been written with love
And it has been sealed with a kick--sealed with a kick.

Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep...
Telling me what I can and cannot believe...
Maybe a handgun will be my last chance
To make that existential leap...