- Matty
After Some Shower
There never was a time like this
so ripe in wanting
aching respite
A world primed for new
but only expectation
The door opened once
a century ago or so ago
A sliver enough to let in
some forgotten way to see
If they tell us that it's finished
over
we believe them smiling
but oh
oh
How soon we forget
that misers count coins in degrees
the tellers smoke words through their teeth
and the machine churns out thank you's
I haven't forgotten,
how many have?