The cities are full The roads are full The stores are full The bellies are full. Everyone seems fed up The clerks are fed up The janitors are fed up The postman is fed up. The women are fed up The bartender is fed up The birds are fed up and even the the angels have had enough. Everyone is fed up Every place is full Everything is found But Nothing. Jj. [Short poem i wrote when i lived in America for a few years.]