unfinished poem(...)

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar? Shall we set out across this sea of faces In search of more... and more... applause? What Shall we do Now? Shall we buy a new guitar? Shall we drive a more powerful car? Shall we work straight through the night? Shall we get into fights? Leave the lights on? Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east? Contract disease? Bury bones? Break up homes? Send flowers by phone? Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely sleep? Keep people as pets? Train dogs? Raise rats? Fill the attic with cash? Bury treasure? Store up leisure? But never relax at all With our backs to the wall.   Ask me anything