.
Indented brain
with the collage of broken door stops,
slammed open by reality
into a world, my perfect world.
.
I've been bared open,
from all sides,
all floors.
Wind twirls
dusty swirls
around my nerves,
imbeds dust in overlapping muscles.
Blow dries the decaying heart.
.
Brutal impregnation of innocence
with the betrayal of humanity,
And even measured expectations
shattered with reality.
.
Slam the sham!
Fling the sting!
Defrock the flock!
And remember the shock.
.
So many sons, daughters, and fathers
sisters and brothers
and friends and mothers
dying untimely
unnatural
unnecessary
sick
deaths.
.
For what?
Because of what?
Who's shame is to blame so we can defame and end the game.
.
Then patriotic fervor or political fervor or unwitting ferv-or
passionate ferv-or nationalistic ferv-or vengeful ferv-or
religious fervor
.
Maybe.
.
But opportunistic behaviour is seen as our saviour
and "while we're at it, let's add it" attit-tude.
.
Imperialistic self-interest
kicks in another door.
.
Distorted original intents.
.
And no one notices.
.
No one notices.
.
We are fighting the fire with Middle East gasoline hoses.
And we're all hosed.
.
Oooh baby let me make sure you don't have any bombs on you,
or plastic ex-plo-sives.
And baby,
baby-baby-baby, baby,
Now .... uhh....aaah....aahhhh..
Show me your .... aahhhh ..ohhh ...uhhhh ...
National ID Card.
.
'Cuz we need to know!
We need to know!
Yes!
Brothers and sisters!
We need to know!
Everything 'bout everyone!
I visited the Oracle.
He told me.
We must know all!
Tell all about all!
Tell & sell.
The Oracle from hell!
.
Hmmm. I mean heaven. Yeah.
Heaven.
Money Heaven.
Like ...
Moneyfied Middle East gasoline hoses ....
.. and we're all hosed.
.
Except the moneyfried White House brains
who keep us in oil and chains.
.
Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck.
Mit ein bisschen glück,
With a little bit of luck.
Mit ein bisschen glück,
With a little bit of luck.
My indented brain
will pop back out.
Shall we say,
oil-can back out?
.
It'll let my membrane
homogenize
with the elite,
Let my heart
get deep fried
down mean street,
Let my thoughts
analyze
-- no more.
No more questions.
No quests. No thought.
Marching orders!
Patriotism! Kill!
Exterminate! Defecate!
.
... on the low lives,
But while we're at it
...can we all just ...
get a-long...
...haul of money.
.
Opportunistic behavior is our savior...
and we're all hosed.
©2002 Paul Aponte