Sigmund Fraud

Buddy knew times were tough.

Like a golfer stuck in big rough.

Many were so low on luck.

Some of them had had enough.

Balls to grate the system.

And anyone who listened

Could hear clenched fists and wisdom

Would whisper “shit is so damn near”

And fingers deep in both your ears

You chose not to hear them.

And like that dog that doesn’t bark

And how torches defeat the dark

This rising tide could drown you.