...and counting...

10/27/2004

 
from 7/20/2004

you don't believe in aliens
how come
how can you not
they're all over the place
straight from outer space
call me a theorist
or a co-conspirator
but close encounters have never been closer

there was a nuclear fallout
the papers never told
cause even they didn't know
they talked about election
they talked about choice
missing that the mushroom cloud
had robbed us of our voice
no one even noticed
we voted all the same
even though the candidate had two different names
i talk to them and ask myself
how could i be the only one who gets this
why have i been gifted like cassandra with this curse
to see our signals mixing as the dee-jay drives our hurse

i can see your unborn children
and already i don't like them
they march like martians in perfect lines
a hundred miles back a thousand lifetimes ahead
and they're already dead
but you can't even see
that in unidentified lifts
life is death and that casual sex is assisted suicide
you'll take a free ride anywhere
you don't even ask where you are going
and that's the state of all great nations this apocalyptic morning

buzz off.