Title: Surviving on Little

(To be sung in falsetto, of the ‘pink Floyd-Outside the Wall’ kind; supported by a small quartet orchestra of accordeon, cello, Tibetan string instrument of the scratchy painful variety, and a triangle).

Surviving on little is fun
because it pushes thought to extremes.
Surviving on nothing is funner
because the guilty first world whatsitsname
disappears to be replaced
by a sense of dread and anxiety
in turn replaced by resignation
in turn replaced by omnipotence
of the grass roots (I am human I am simple and human) kind.
Surviving on little to nothing is joy
because once transcending the shitty stages
you are no longer a bubble
but a porous thing
and ears function to listen
and hands to make
and heart not to fear fear.