the baffling 

 mirror 

     of drink more 

        drink now 

        the staid 

 boredom 

 of the 

    hours 

 spent shining 

     shoes 

      or spitting at bugs 

  - leave the green yards 

    their fortunes long 

      spent 

 and delivery 

 now on line 

    with the screams of 

 your mother 

    as the tv sings a lullaby 

    you know it 

   don't you 

but 

whats to be 

 done