Poor Amber Blue Poem by Kevin Patrick

There's only one shot that you get
You better make it count
This game of life is never fair
Nor can just dropout
It stings at your first breath
And leaves you at your last
It maims with a cold grimness
Like an actor whose typecast


And behind the land of stars
There's a million souls that scream
and tare themselves for fame and love
But are given bankrupt deeds
So shoot yourself with vodka
or prescriptions saving grace
Young Amber Blue is crying
Trapped in Silk and Lace


Beneath the cities bright lights
The dogs feasts on the meek
Crowding 'round in grotesque droves
To laugh at circus geeks
But you try to keep the bright side
Without a mannequin disguise
Yet every time you make new ground
The steps are compromised


and crowded in the waiting room
The Muzak howls no relief
we plot with daggers in our minds
To find a cool release
Now hurry for your buzz train
Get your ID for your kick
Poor Amber Blue has vanished
Looking for her fix