Separated from socialites
The quiet man at the park
Surrounded by smalltalk
He knows little of survival
Divorced from his mouthpiece
He is a caged animal
Polo shirts and khakis abound
Yuppie hell on earth, truly
Phoned in from a new carrier
The newest yet the oldest
No plan but infinite minutes
The sun sets and it empties out
Left alone with a few around
Who cares, vacancy upstairs
Probably attracted to me
But I'm without a middleman
No alcohol no drugs no friends
Nothing left at all
Buy loss and sell entitlement
And there my daughter is
Alone like me
Just like me
Poor thing
