Junk Bond Trader

Someone found the future as a statue in a fountain at
Attention looking backward
In a pool of water wishes with a blue songbird on his
Shoulder who keeps singing over everything

Everything means nothing to me

I picked up the song and found my picture
In the paper the reflection in the water shouted
"are you men still trying to salute
People from a time when he was
Everything he's supposed to be?"

Everything means nothing to me