The great disconnect
Happened at great speeds
And the losses were unintentionally great
Who has time to be depressed anymore
The drugs aren't even that good
And suicide can be so messy
It's the law suits and class action that I worry about
I don't even know what class action is
But it sounds expensive
Gold bullion isn't a very good judge
Of where the economy is heading
But it still can't hurt to have some
While the moustache has lost some popularity
I am confident that it can return to glory
If given enough hot press
Parasailing, kiteboarding, and skydiving
Have all seen spikes in activity
And yet we have no parachutes on commercial flight
Poetry has experienced a steady decline
Since most of our feelings are already shared
Over cable lines and air waves
There is a dark prophet waiting to save us
Somewhere on a stretch of farmland
He refuses to be enamoured by shiny things
If he succeeds with his plight
We will all eat cereal straight from earth
And learn a foreign language by age ten
After that he has no real use for you
Since people start to rot after that
In their guts and brains and mouths
His love is still comprehensible
But we hate him like a father
And so the struggle wages for generations
Until we forget where the message came from
And everything flows as if from nature
The way it might be if we never forged metal
But wood is so heavy for little hands
And fire has so much magic inside
We would walk down that path again and again
Before you read this
Have some toast and coffee
And cleanse your bowels
Dream a dream of boats and sex
And neverending races
That remind you of everyone you've ever met
--
9.12.07
Happened at great speeds
And the losses were unintentionally great
Who has time to be depressed anymore
The drugs aren't even that good
And suicide can be so messy
It's the law suits and class action that I worry about
I don't even know what class action is
But it sounds expensive
Gold bullion isn't a very good judge
Of where the economy is heading
But it still can't hurt to have some
While the moustache has lost some popularity
I am confident that it can return to glory
If given enough hot press
Parasailing, kiteboarding, and skydiving
Have all seen spikes in activity
And yet we have no parachutes on commercial flight
Poetry has experienced a steady decline
Since most of our feelings are already shared
Over cable lines and air waves
There is a dark prophet waiting to save us
Somewhere on a stretch of farmland
He refuses to be enamoured by shiny things
If he succeeds with his plight
We will all eat cereal straight from earth
And learn a foreign language by age ten
After that he has no real use for you
Since people start to rot after that
In their guts and brains and mouths
His love is still comprehensible
But we hate him like a father
And so the struggle wages for generations
Until we forget where the message came from
And everything flows as if from nature
The way it might be if we never forged metal
But wood is so heavy for little hands
And fire has so much magic inside
We would walk down that path again and again
Before you read this
Have some toast and coffee
And cleanse your bowels
Dream a dream of boats and sex
And neverending races
That remind you of everyone you've ever met
--
9.12.07
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