Poetry

I just got back from a walk down the square

To the local Kentucky

To see what was cookin' down there

I looked around at the store

And the signs and the queues

Lining up for that 21st century fare

I kneel down and say grace for the comforts the world bestows on me

And the great corporations providing our every need

And those big neon signs tellin' us what to eat

In every shop window goods are designed to please

Oh, but I ask where is the poetry?

The day we met were both down the road

But we laughed and found comfort

With old books and walks in the rain

And reading poetry out loud

Or watching old black and white films together

In the days before Blockbuster came

I hear you ran off and found yourself a rich handsome fellow

To supply you with all you require, your material needs

I hope your fairytale doesn't end tragically

And in a shopping mall somewhere, you'll be down on your knees

Cryin' out loud, "Where is the poetry?"

I'm looking at the sign that says, "Have a good day"

And I got too much on my mind, so many questions that get in the way

Everybody's lookin' for perfection

Once I heard a wise man say

To get sometimes, you have to give away

(Where is the poetry?)

(What does it mean?)

I have read in the news someone said

That the great population

Is better off than it used to be

Better house, better food, better sex

And better higher education

But with credit card bills always on the way

And I just saw my gal with a guy in a fast-food outlet

They seemed happy together but I saw the tragedy

Maybe I'm missing something but

I'm too blind to see

She settled for someone who isn't so hard to reach

Now I'm on the fire of desire and the mystery

Oh, but I ask where is the poetry?