There, There, My Dear

Dear Robin,
Hope you don t mind me writing, it s just that there s more than one question I need to ask you.
If you re so anti-fashion why not wear flares, instead of dressing down all the same.
It s 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, Duchampe, Beauvoir, Kerouac, Kirkegaard, 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 I d listen to your records but your logic s far too lame and I d 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.