Hopkins Rhymes (1998)

The hyena laughs his final laugh,
As he ventures off to find a bath:
Gatsby and his gang left long ago.

The old yin and the young yang:
They're a whimper and a bang,
Are in search of a man who they don't know.

They've found a new church,
Far above his glassy perch,
And they're trying hard to be swept by an undertow.

Now the gang is lost some place,
They're high in their own space,
And two of them'll return again and show...

How one mute and one cute,
With the others, they find fruit
Where the hyena vowed never again to go.

Gazing out the window, he sees
Some drunks, some cars, and trees,
And dreams of a place he'll never know.

They smoke their cigarettes and worse,
(She pulled one from her purse)
The cute one lives a curse
Placed upon him by a girl a year ago.

And the hyena's troubled by
The feline who made him cry,
He can't forget about her 'cause he loved her so.

And so he wants some other chances
To get his own so-sweet romances,
To return to him that once well-meaning glow.

And Charlie keeps him away from Johnnie,
In a few years, then he'll be gone--he
Will be with sheepskin and nothing else to show.