So here I am, I’ve found that slice of time When I said what I said; I freeze it dry And step toward its body laced with crime To analyze the what, how, when and why. It looks quite innocent from where I am, A figure cloaked in camphor-scented lies, So I get closer till the fog of glamor Lifts, revealing all my tongue devised. Its face glows bright, a blinding flaring red, Its hands are raised, upturned without a care, I look for smile but find a smirk instead, And cringe to see the maggots in its hair. I let time roll to crush its nasty head And plan apologies for what I said.
The roads are icy and the wind is chilling The fog of information thick and clear You aren’t free till your heart is into willing To cut the bonds of ignorance and fear. Drive carefully, America.
Wiped down my cabinets, murphy oil came to the rescue Unpresidented is trending about So I cleared up the fallen snow before it turned to ice And I logged off to look for America
Now they say the snow is coming Out this way, so we’re becoming All excited for the work that lies ahead. There’ll be driveways needing clearing Icy patches interfering With the plans of children rushing off to sled.
If you must bear a burden, Bear it like a tree. If you must hide a secret, Hide it like the sea.
All of the children You kill and you maim, All those you turn into orphans, They’ll be in your head At the end of the game To burn your supply of endorphins.
Build me a cabin Somewhere in the forests of sanity Between the mountains Of absence and familiarity.