Stay then, stew in apathy and myopia,
The selective blindness that shows you only Good News,
My fevered chicken scratches will survive your ignorance
Jump through the hoop, run over there,
Pose and show off your shiny coat,
Panting, pantomime, pandemic posturing,
Plan to can the Man who planned to can
Palestine and Panama, uh, man
Listen to old albums, to voices that are twenty years dead,
Only grateful in your head, red-stained wedding bed,
Let these worm farms thank you with tired tunes,
Phantom fires heat no more,
Black holes and nebulae
Okay, obey, don’t be gay, here, take your pay,
And watch cars go in circles for half a day,
Pretend we don’t send your best friend like a trend
To a whole other land to die facedown in bleached sand,
Understand? Shake his hand now while you can
Perhaps I try too hard, forced rhyme is a crime,
Give me time, give me time, spray away grime,
The soot on my brow, the skill and know-how
To carve the pregnant cow, let fall the speck
From worried vein on its neck,
Across the deck, splashing car wreck:
Turn and stare, defeat the fare, ignore the glare,
The bouncing spare, breathe crinkled air,
And choke on all your fear, despair,
Laugh like unadulterated apes while the victim’s widow gapes,
Cheer and shed a tear while all those rapes
Make their way upon those Beta tapes….
And stay, in your cocooned oasis,
Your home away from reality,
Where only flashbulbs penetrate,
Where robotic arms salute the dead,
And no one disagrees with the Head.
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