stick our heads out of 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 we’re dour
we’ll wash away the smudge of guilt
while we boogie down in my 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 school
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 freedom
get the world to sing along
ya’bet’cha — ya’bet’cha
oh hell yes — ya’bet’cha
oh sure — the world’s begun to flood
the part that’s not — is burning
the world’s plague continues mutating
but hey — at least the earth keeps turning
it’s getting very hard to deal with
like everybody has gone insane
sometimes I’d like to fly away
just leave behind this pain
oh shit — I really messed my hair
guess it’s time to go back home
time it seems is relative
my friends and relatives are gone
wind up that open window please
my apathy’s blowin’ away
when interplanetary trips begin
I’m off to mars that very day
soon I will be flown flown flown
into outer space I’m goin’
g’bye — so long
OLÉ!
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
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