Dear robin

Hope you don't mind me writing, its just that there's more than one thing I

Need to ask you. if you're so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of

Dressing down all the same. its just that looking like that I can express

My dissatisfaction.

Dear robin

Let me explain, though you'd never see in a million years. keep quoting

Cabaret, berlin, burroughs, j.g. ballard, duchamp, beauvoir, kerouac,

Kierkegaard, michael rennie. I don't believe you really like frank sinatra.

Dear robin

You're always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? you're

Like a dumb patriot. if you're supposed to be so angry, why don't you fight

And let me benefit from your right? don't you know the only way to change

Things is to shoot men who arrange things, dear robin

I would explain but you'd never see in a million years. well, you've made

Your rules, but we don't know that game, perhaps id listen to your records

But your logics far too lame and id only waste three valuable minutes of

My life with your insincerity.

You see robin, I'm just searching for the young soul rebels, and I can't

Find them anywhere. where have you hidden them?

Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision.