Con Jackson

"You got me there!
                                In this smidgen of time that I have to explain my characteristics.
So this life has been long for me, I've joked about every excursion that I participated in
      and I'm proud of my country, I 'm from Earth. My mother had green fingers
So did my father but what that taught me was nothing more than a desperate thirst to survive.
     
The god fairing people in my local community often gave me messages, sometimes they would
        even write it down on the back of corporate ministerial leaflets.
This brought me away from my commitments within the dessert. I lonely police the borders.

Long ago I thought the world was a potent place, I'd puff my last breath in the running for miles.
                My sense of who we all were changed throughout the post industrial techno revolution.

1. I'd hide my phone in my Levis shirt pocket so as my boss could understand me.
2. I'd go to online servers only to find misinformation and bilingual commonality
3. For days I'd achieve nothing, until somebody entered my web of western dialogue.

My names Con, Con Jackson and up until recently I never voted too busy smoking the old Cubans
  I'd talk to my loved about what is wrong about the oxygen of today, but spend most of my time
being thirsty. My coach compartment stacked with five litre bottles that ultimately were not open
      And time an again I'd talk to the camera, my friends think I'm mad but the public love me.
 
Why? You may ask, because they never see me, they only see my image on billboard posters
        Advertising formula one smoke, Jack Daniel's birthday and my daughter cleaning windows.
I'm at a loss of who I am but I know what I've got and I know what I gotta do. It's hard being man
        The responsibility is making me desperate. I cannot hold a pen, my back is deteriorating.

I cannot face reality, please help me I'm a responsible man who just wants to contribute
          But my mind is a lineage of culture and my family represent my future, but what's missing
Is products of consumer waste, I can't possibly recycle everything. I cannot contaminate the   
          earths dust. The dust and the soil is why I wear this ten gallon hat. Colours help.

My boots according to my wife, look stupid! So I like stirrups, so I like watching Opra, so I
          Believe Obama. Back in the days when I'd tune into the wirless I'd here the same debates
I hear today, the same old questions about who's here to stay, but in amongst all these dialogues
          I'd take my kids to the local drive by, smoke my Cubans and complain about the picture."