Last Thoughts on Kurt Vonnegut

When your lungs get sick
and your brain gets scared
and your eye's can't stare
and your standing bare
Ready, waiting for a labotomy,
sweating like crazy
with your eyes so lazy.
Sitting back in an armchair
the televison glowing on your face
with a blank stare
Taking in everything you don't want to believe
Putting responsibility onto boys in blue with badges on their sleeves
Making it easy to believe that you really can achieve the dreams
No Matter What.
Of course it's not true because before you know it your 40 years old
watching TV on your armchair
wailing "Where did my life go?!"
Well who knows but you?
Such regret may insue
and your asking yourself "What to do?"
Then one day, after a panic,
your body's lazy and your mind is static
and you look at your family pets and car
Then it hits you that your above the bar,
It hits you man, you haven't gone to far!
Living in the American Dream
You should be so happy you'll
Split at the seams!
And as a solution you buy a
gun and a new year's resolution
and you put down the paper
and you pick up a dime
and the only thing you'll read is the pricetag
that says: "$1.99"
You'll even admit that your not up on politics, but you've
got mouths to feed
you've got to fill the cups.
Some time after that you'll die
and your family, pets and cars will
cry for you, priest will talk about what you did and who you never hit
and people will get tired of sitting and they'll
go home and live the rest of thier lives on bottles of
pain medication
or on bottles of
harsh intoxication.
Easy to forget that way, I guess.
Sitting on your bookshelf after your gone is a book you got half way done with when you were in collage.
Never finished it.
The message one one really got but that was a time
when your boys were getting shot
Not that you put much stock in that now
we got in there quick but you didn't know when, where, why and how?
Oh well though, I've gone to church and everyone else is much worse
I've never hustled I've never killed
I got a job I paid the bills
I'm not young anymore
I'm not free anymore
free in the slave world or a slave in the free world?
Niether SIR, this isn't government's or southerner's or parliament's decision,
It's yours.
And you can go to church if you want and you can find Jesus begging in the parking lot and you can find find Jesus in that guy you shot and you can find Jesus from smoking pot and you can find Jesus if your the crook or your the cop.
But is that really him, with the beard, long hair, halo, and skin so fair?
Or is that just the product they push?
Is that the Jesus found by Robertson and Bush?
Is that the Jesus you find in the greedy church
Taking your money for your holy search?
You can find God in the church of your choice
You can find God in the church of your choice
You can find God in a house in Cape Cod
You can find God in San Lorenzo
You can find Kurt Vonnegut in a house in Cape Cod in San Lorenzo,
You can find both of them there if you want.

But one more thing I want you to hear:
Kurt Vonnegut faced his greatest fear
and from Cat's Cradle to the grave
Kurt Vonnegut was never a slave.