X doesn't really mark the spot
not when a fellow views
a century in hindsight
they call it depression
and maybe it is
although
a whine does not compare
to dust bowls
and whole lines of starving people
in a land where all God's children
can wear shoes
this day is crying far
from market crash and
nazi fears and jeers
from sea shores far away
and void of oil
spoiled
the children of today
he knew an application for a job
when there were none
now the iphone flickers
before lips move and
forgo communication
face to face
eh, it doesn't matter
eyes are dull and
conversation's duller
when it's just about the money
sign right here they say
and trade your piece for
peace of mind and
empty promise
and hands too weak to sign
line dotted where
the X of Mark's is spotted.