Dave Brown

Face down any claim, your stars won’t refuse, once more outrageous fame, you who wonder why, worldly canons of virtue, always make me sigh, this is no mug’s game, TV blares fake news, chases me through my days, spins the constant lie, let them sing the blues, for all their crass disguise, hardships on the way, nothing’s here to rue, catch them on the make, only fools rely, beyond the swollen hype, look them in the eye, always meet their gaze, this lottery card’s for you, I’m tired of talking plain, heavy with some truth.