how sure the I Ching was about it falling

how sure the I Ching was about it falling
after a zenith it wouldn't again reach
this time around on the merry-go
how to flippant kids i preached
without a clue of what to do
thinking they knew what was doing
for this foreigner old and out of touch
their lives with so much brewing
with nothing saved but here and now
no reason to think about tomorrow
or crucial reason to survive the sorrow

with a family raised and cared for
no more punching in and out
i've only to enjoy this wonderful day
and hope i don't get gout

how sure the I Ching topped it off
on the verge of something solid
but built upon such shifting ground
and groundless states of statements stated
used to repression and being berated
how can one know what one's never been hated
or try being bold after you've been sold
when the ruling class with power
can fuck you any hour
a terrible terror that terrorizes
keeps one eye on your two closed glowers

with a family raised and cared for
no punching in and out
living these bright wondrous days
there is no need to shout

I Ching saw it flake away
like paint chips from a leak
be proud of new year bonuses
and dime-a-dozen paper sheep
the last dynasty with nothing to learn
cook my food and fix my toilet
they need no help to help them boil it
too proud and sure to ever soil it
clench those butt-cheeks tighter smile
and hang on for a little while

a family raised and cared for
mean more to me than you
i need just entertain myself
enjoy the whole day through

my technique makes you fluent
we both are sure of that
and i have mastered getting passed
that big black union rat
clouds are puffy, skies are blue
retirement is strange to you
you work each day until you die
take no advice and i know why
you don't ask me how it's done
i've offered once or twice a gun
now i have to run

to family i pay attention
give my endless love
flow Han waters gracefully
with help from the Lord above

12-6-13