and soar off into outer space
way up with the stars and planets
far from this slowly dying place
until — let’s take a leisure drive
stick our heads out the windows
look at those beautiful butterflies
do they know which way the wind blows
we are rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
not certain where we’re goin’
I lost my pearly guitar pic
it’s been missin’ now for hours
I found my favorite baseball mitt
in a field full of wild flowers
acres of virgin rain forest
more than 200,000 everyday
what d’fuck is it we’re thinkin’
cutting those vital trees away
we keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
no idea where we’re goin’
let’s put on a sunny face
let’s not appear that we are dour
Thalia — help us laugh off our guilt
while we boogie down in the shower
630,000 machine guns
are privately owned in the USA
that is a lotta gaw-damned firepower
on the loose here everyday
ya’bet’cha — ya’bet’cha
oh hell yes — ya’bet’cha
maybe just to clear my head
I’ll go ’n climb that water tower
wow — I can see a lot from here
like those school kids by the flowers
229 school shootings
337 victims have sadly died
when you send your children off to schoolg
no guarantee they’ll come back alive
the horror’s rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
the solution is not known
hey — where’s that sunny funny face
maybe if we all join in a song
perhaps sing a song of make-believe
Euterpe — please play as we sing along
our planet’s becoming a garbage dump
ton n’a half of trash tossed away
by every man woman and child
each year in the US of A
ya’bet’cha — ya’bet’cha
oh hell yes — ya’bet’cha
oh sure — the world has begun to flood
the part that’s not — is burning
but hell — there ain’t no climate change
just ignore all that we’re learning
let’s just pretend that all is well
these g’damned masks are irritating
these stupid lockdowns are real hell
but global plague just keeps mutating
Melpoméne please — this is hard to take
like everybody’s gone insane
sometimes I’d like to fly away
just escape all of this pain
oh shit — my hair is all messed up
guess it’s time to go back home
but time has proven to be relative
many friends and relatives are gone
close that open window please
my apathy’s blowin’ away
when interplanetary trips begin
Urania — launch me on that day
soon I will be flown flown flown
into outer space I’m goin’
Mars is my new home
g’bye — so long
OLÉ!
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse