An Obituary
What do I do without rehab
For surely the apocalypse has struck, and I must need recovery
Pray give my insanity mercy
Whereby lady liberty is the symbol of hypocrisy?
Disrobe the establishment and face me bare
Truth exposed, as is my right
Else I shall unlock the door the dog’s cage fight
Queue quote John Adams, “The happiness of society is the end of government.”
Historical phrases fazes democracy for brief allocated periods
Lasting long enough to inject injustice into the oblivious
I speak from experience
It’s a recipe for manipulation from the Constitution of How To Brainwash
We the Robots
We of Generation X are one more for Project X and dreams come true
Well I for one have old-fashioned views, creatively conservative if you will
And I have a dream that all genders be created equal
What do I do to open a crack without creating a rift?
Let the light in without blinding the mice in the trap
How can we reel in the ship of progress that’s gone out to bay
Shrinking to an irrelevant speck on the horizon
How can we stop sinking money into bombs over butter
Farewell to the dear dead democracy, fallen to the dragon
Imagine: a world where a cop tazes the 1st amendment, and is applauded
Desensitized, taking lives?
I’m horrified.
It’s not a rich man’s war fought by the poor anymore
It’s our play to stage and so I implore you
Look deeper before you are back to square one.
I’m stunned, while a kid is gunned down for skittles,
Though he drops not for the wound but for the acid applied
When he’s televised, scrutinized, - guilty
Villanized on account of dying
CITIZENS.
Raise of hands to all those who remember what rights were
Who stood for something before they slipped on the glassy floor
Of our kingdom
In this great free world
We’re a brave new world
Who never read the small print on the release form to our identity
What can I do to a system well-oiled from within the clockwork of society
No need to enslave the already driven that come quietly
We darling sinners behave reliably
We constitute our concern to the king’s chaotic union
We subjugate ourselves to robotic oppression
Done by fierce faith in the flawless palace of our nation
Under a sparkling glass ceiling
It is our condition of being
From Gainsborough’s “Siddons” to the Greensboro sit-ins
I’d wish for a Renaissance if only our hippies weren’t their plastered idols
I’d wish for clarity if it didn’t sting as truth often does, (What can I do! )
With two feet nailed to the ground, tethered to this earth
But with our heads in the clouds
Our lives are stretched so thin they’re transparent
I can see contained nothing, empty purpose, caught in a snare
There’s nothing there to reflect the spontaneity of society
This dome is perfectly manicured around us working ants
What do I do in a world without endurance for thought?
Without powerful words?
Raise the glass, tip it back
Have another sip, relax
Clank bottles and cans
Cheers, my fellow dogs, my ants
And to our finest mindless mice
A toast to the nonbelievers and to
Our dear departed friend
Democracy – the sacrifice.