i rolled a page from the dark streets of decay to use as a straw

oh man

we all take it so seriously

because we don’t get

that there is nothing

to be taken at all

 

well,

i take that back

cause i’ll take another beer

 

yeah

it is good to fight corporate greed

protest signs, revolution seeds

the carbon levels are rising

one day there won’t be much

food or fresh water

but there will be plenty of guns

 

but i can’t help stand

somewhere on this ant hill

and just feel it doesn’t matter

 

isaiah said god sees us as grasshoppers

and in the psalms we are told that god beholds

and laughs

 

this is the kind of god i understand

not the one that wept

 

and i am bombarded everyday

with petitions for concern

while i wonder why no one has learned

that atlas was not a thug

when he shrugged

and dislodged this boulder

from his shoulders

 

unburdening himself

from the weight

that we create

by the carry

 

everyone expects you to be merry

as they thrash you with their flogs

they will give your life meaning

when you become their lap dog

 

i keep the howling dogs at bay

because i will stray

where even angels fear to tread

 

and when i die

don’t try to understand why

death is not the result of

too much whiskey and rye

death is the result of being born

birth has a 100% mortality rate

 

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