and not really a home

so many cars,
and yet the roads are empty.
beyond the glitter,
amidst the gloom,
therein lies; lies
the heart of many.

glitter casts a glance;
and firma beckons.
coyly, firma woos;
and glitter shines.

amidst the glitter,
therein lies; lies
the heart of so few.

come and see the madness;
amidst the gloom.
won't you please,
glitter as you will.
won't you be pleased;
glittering over the
gloom.

come and see the madness,
won't you please.
come and see the grime,
won't you please.
firma?

our mice can't
decide,
which white is best.
look as we will,
white seems best.
therein lies
the truth of the scene.

white oh white,
won't you please;
come touch:
the madness in the streets bleak.



a dozen blind mice,
all scurrying in the dark.




::::::greatness slips us by::::::