GREAT THOUGHTS BY JEWISH THINKERS
Among the greatest Jewish thinkers,
Moses could be number one--
Led a tribe of cussed stinkers
Misbehaving on the run.
He brought ten rules down from the top,
But misbehaving didn't stop.
Along came Jesus, gentle soul
Who thought the world could be
A better place: from begging bowl
To the richest if we'd see
The path to heaven is through love--
But violence few would let go of.
Karl Marx thought we should share
The labor and resulting wealth.
By doing that, that we'd all fare
Better in our lives and health.
Owners of the wealth got pissed
And called such thinking communist.
Then there was Freud, someone who thinks
The world would be a better place
If we understood the mental chinks
In people--taken case by case.
No one went for that of course--
Restrain conflicted folks with force.
Albert Einstein made the scene--
Had many theories and some caught on.
We could build a bomb so mean,
When dropped, entire cities gone.
That was one great thinker's thought.
A Jew's idea was finally bought.
SOLIDARITY
Won't talk about the subject since
The problem can't be solved.
Or so you think. It makes you wince--
Don't want to get involved.
Whether politics or love;
Dire economic straights;
The velvet or the iron glove;
Credit cards or mortgage rates--
Nothing you can do except
You wait to see how it turns out.
It's so big you feel inept--
You don't feel you have the clout
To make a change, but here's thought:
Unite when there're fights to be fought
LISA
She's a realist to be sure--
What is, is--and end of story.
She spots the tale told to lure
You in and capture all the glory.
Makes bullshit artists eat their words--
Thinks fame and fortune's for the birds.
And yet, she's tender, patient, kind--
She'll give you her last cigarette;
She carries children left behind;
Good word for everyone she's met.
And beautiful. Now 40 years
Her husband still cries jealous tears.
THE FLAG
If a flag adds meaning to
Your life, I'd have to say
You have no life--you're making do
With symbols used to make your day.
Country, club, a group you've joined?
Flag standing for what it's purloined.
NASTY
She got sick--
From hands or dick
And now she takes a pill.
Pill's not quick,
She's Flagyl sick--
She's somehow lost the thrill
Of doing it.
She had a fit,
He's in the doghouse now;
Won't permit
Him near her clit--
His darling had a cow.
Clean your nails and your hands,
And clean your privates, too.
If not, maybe your dick lands
Back with animals in the zoo.
SUICIDE CRUTCH
You know it's going to kill you;
You know you're going down one day--
Doing what you do until you
Can't get up again to play
The game of life you loved so much--
The one you played without a crutch.
Religion? Safer kind of crutch,
But not one that betrays you
Unless you worship god so much
Things drive you mad until you
Strap on, plant a bomb one day--
Only thing you've left to say.
SONNET TO THE SUICYCLE
You love the speed, the thrills, the grace
By which it handles ins and outs;
Get high when wind blows in your face,
Love smells when taking rural routes.
With power of Archangel Michael--
Blasting sinners off the road--
You lose it when your motorcycle
Slams into a heavy load.
No safety in the gear you wear
When someone turns in front of you--
Or simple freeway lane-change error.
And sand or gravel bid adieu
On curves--you leave the road or lane--
The head-on's easy to explain.
THEM AND US
They own the business where you work;
Some pay well and others, squat.
Bosses range from fair to jerk
With designated parking spot--
And maybe private toilets, too;
And longer lunch--can come and go
And no one's watching what they do--
But you catch hell for being slow.
As for owners? Seldom see one.
Yet like the rhyme the "Purple Cow",
You would rather see than be one.
It's all bullshit anyhow--
They're rich because of what they own,
And not from what they've made or grown.
BEWITCHED WEST COAST
She loves attention that she gets,
And has no trouble getting it
From me or anyone she nets
With charming stories, betting it
Gets your attention as they're told.
And when you get to see her dance,
If you can't dance, then just grab hold
And let your body find romance.
That's my sweetheart, love her much,
But she can't stand to be alone.
And why should she? My baby's such
An entertainer, sweet, home grown.
But like the sun, time for myself
Sinks off the continental shelf.
FOR JESSICA SIMPSON AND GEORGE W
Our culture speaks to us in voices--
Its extremes give us two choices:
Getting us to wrap our tongue
Around a duty or a thrill--
It's either dirges to be sung
Or licking up the sugar hill.
1776
Here it was, 4th of July,
Asking me the question why
Events that happened long ago
Now only serve to stem the flow
Of changes coursing through our veins
That haven't gotten to our brains.
DIRT
Can't sing, can't dance--but let me read
Aloud these silly rhymes I write.
Can't promise any would succeed
Unless I read the rhythm right.
And still might fail unless you've been
Out walking in my shoes again.
SELFISH AND SAFE
Blame your parents, another game
That you can play to hang the blame
For what's gone wrong about your life--
That's after blaming husband/wife,
Or your boss or friend or jerk
Who ruined your day today at work.
Handled passive or aggressive,
Blasé, easy or obsessive,
No matter what you do, you lose--
They'll show you so on network news.
Don't ask me what it takes to win--
Wouldn't know where to begin,
Except to think about what's fair.
And after that, can't say I'd dare.
DREAMWORK DRUGS
Can't say all our lives are good,
And some do choose on leaving;
Promised dreams from Hollywood--
We learned arts are deceiving.
So, how much does it take to scrape
Up for another good escape?
BATON
"Your turn to talk and take a stand."
He said, like it was his last breath.
Then he laughed and raised his hand
Nowhere near that close to death,
Giving me one more high five.
"The trick of it's to stay alive."
THE PERFECT ROCK
Landscape artists find a rock
To catch the eye--they take
A stunning stone they'll use to lock
Attention down and make
It fit a theme--a natural stone
Up from the ground like it's been grown.
Wordsmiths look for gems to rock
The mind loose which they take
Captive, but without a lock--
Maybe use a rhyme to make
A heady rhythm that will stone
You giddy till your senses groan.
OMEGA MALE
We all know the alpha male,
The fearless heavy brother
Dominating--when others fail.
I'm witness to the other
Male, clinging to the other end;
One who never questions why--
Omega male, the one who'll bend
Over backwards to comply;
A natural slave, a willing dupe
To politics, religion too--
How much lower can he stoop?
How much more can this man do
For those on top to suit their needs?
Already sick of dirty deeds?
chee WEE-wee
Always begging for a lap--
Insecure and not too bright.
And me? I'm Sammy's biggest sap--
He even sleeps with me at night.
He moles his way down to the foot
Of the covers, then stays put.
PRIVATE PARTS
You've been captured, they want names
Of friends and your associates.
Your family, too. They're good at games
And nobody negotiates
From their grip. The torture starts--
From your soul to private parts.
CRUSADE
Some would hasten Armageddon,
Just to prove they're right.
Souls of non-believers, leaden,
Will never see the light--
Christian soldiers off to war,
Onward, upward--heaven's door.
CONTROL
What is it we do for love,
What do we do for need?
Insane to use the iron glove.
Love and need morph into greed
When one thinks they'll find success
The more they're able to possess.
FEAR, GUILT AND GUNS
Fear, guilt and guns--three-legged stool
Supporting the ruling class.
From the terrible twos through school,
You better well watch your ass.
Parents, teachers, priests and cops
Make sure non-compliance stops.
Trained to go to work and shut
The fuck up--do what you're told.
All your life be doing what
Is going to pile up the gold
For someone else, not you, no way--
Fear, guilt and guns are here to stay.
PARADISE LOST
Pleasures giving up to guilt
(As long as no harm's done),
Are dirty shames plunged to the hilt--
A duel the devil's won.
Life's pleasure: heaven here on earth--
Deny it and it shames its worth.
SOMETHING LIGHT
To keep it light you have to work
At keeping darkness out--
When the world has gone berserk,
What is there to talk about?
Weather? Sports? Show on TV?
What's next? Who won? Humidity?
Nothing wrong when it's kept light--
But when we're in the dead of night?
SPORTS
Everyone is there to watch
And it gets the players high;
Players steeled from the crotch--
You'll never see them cry
When they get hurt--unless they lose--
Tears fall from the ego bruise.
NEW LOVE
New love has what nothing has--
And you forget what came before,
And remember such things as
Walking two feet off the floor.
From the soul down to the flesh,
Nothing's like it when it's fresh.
KOOL
Know why they put menthol in?
It numbs the tongue so you don't feel
The bite tobacco takes on skin
From which tobacco makes a meal.
You don't feel it. You smoke more.
Works like heroin on a whore.
IMAGINATION
Imagination, now there's a drug--
Pulls the rug from under you:
Chase for fame, or loving hug
From someone who your thoughts pursue.
Imagination--gets you high
Even when a total lie.
Imagination, what a gift--
Always getting you involved,
Deftly letting your thoughts sift
Through a problem till it's solved.
Imagination--has an eye
For what it takes to make it fly.
CATHOLIC GUILT
You've been instilled to do no wrong,
And laws on wrong the mighty had
Down in scriptures miles long
And civil laws both good and bad.
You've broken some, you know you have,
And guilt's the thing you use as salve
Upon your conscience, but reversed--
A hair-shirt worn because you're cursed
By fear and shame, and you can't do
What otherwise you might enjoy.
But when you've hurt no one and you
Feel guilt--an altar boy
Forgot to genuflect, oh lord--
Fear and shame cleave like a sword.
GOD
Ever wonder what God's like?
If you believe, then probably not--
You know He sees and He can strike
Down sinners--even those not caught.
Others muse about what he
Is doing for humanity.
EPITATH
Not drugs, nor drink, nor whoredom
Led to his demise.
The cause of death was toxic boredom--
The shot between the eyes
Punctuated days of gray
That had nothing more to say.
MOOSE
You're just goddamn stupid, Moose,
You haven't got a clue.
You think all you need is spruce
Up the goods and that'll do?
Like, if a woman's tits don't sag,
And hips are not too broad,
And her looks don't make you gag,
And her mind's not flawed--
You'll consider her to be
A potential mate for life--
Someone who you'll maybe see
As the very perfect wife.
Moose! Shallow as a spray-on tan,
Nowhere near what makes a man.
COLUMBUS
Sailing always was a science
Between the heavens and the breeze;
There were few considered giants
Who could cross uncharted seas.
Sailors dreamed of finding gold,
Found instead slaves to be sold.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
Few mariners great as he;
In 33 days his ships came to
Bahamas in a turquoise sea.
The natives there wore bits of gold
In their ears and offered gifts.
Back in Spain Columbus sold
A tale of gold. The story shifts
To slavery when gold fields weren't found.
But the so-called Indians were
Unwilling slaves. Familiar ground--
Escaped into hardwoods and fir;
Seldom caught, so whites decide
To take their land through genocide.
MICHAEL JACKSON
When Michael left the Jackson Five,
His talents grew by leaps and bounds;
No one could out-perform him live,
Watching him and your heart pounds--
From Billie Jean to Thriller what
Could be better, who else? But
Beneath his act a defect lurks?
He never outgrew the circle jerks?
HAMRICK
Enigmatic manic spirit--
Genius on the run;
Can't be done? He wouldn't hear it,
Problem solving's fun.
The FBI, the CIA,
Used him time to time.
Even NSA would pay
To see if he'd make rhyme
Or reason from clues so gray
The puzzle palace couldn't fit
Information gleaned that day--
They'd let the genius work his shit
On tales rivaling Brothers Grimm.
Intelligence would come to him.
TIMID, TIDY, TIRED LOVE
You want the taste without the sting
Of chiles with the meal;
You want to hear the song birds sing
And never have to deal
With the mess they sometimes make--
Of your heart and dreams at stake.
DOCUMENTS
Documented private lives--
From medical to credit cards;
From what you made, to a case of hives;
Someone has the whole nine yards
Down on your life. Where's that leave you
When they tighten down the screw?
SONNET TO MENDOCINO AND JERRY LEE, 1984
Typewriter set outside the door
With paintings from someone I knew--
There, from the landing, second floor,
Everything else I owned she threw
Into the cold October rain.
I stood outside and watched in awe,
Drunk, which might of course explain
Why she acted scorned and raw.
I'd told her, Jerry Lee Lewis, he
Was a monumental prick--
Mistreated women. That's when she
Figured me a bigger dick.
She climbed the ladder upstairs then
She nailed the trap door off to men.
ANAL RETENTIVE FRIEND
Always got some place to go,
Have no time to stop and talk--
Not exactly saying so,
But hardly pausing as they walk
Away to get their business done--
Got no time for anyone.
A DIABETIC'S BLOOD SUGAR
A hellish rush if it's too low,
Might even know the reason why.
Otherwise, you're simple, slow--
Staring at the ground or sky.
It makes no sense and nothing's clear--
You wonder what you're doing here.
WRITING A RHYME
Find solitude. Might mean a walk--
Whatever it takes to find
The solitude. Then have a talk
With someone in your mind:
A friend, yourself, big star or schnook--
Pull conversations from thin air.
Talk until you hear a hook--
Write it down and start from there.
BUSINESS CYCLE
In the long run, short on smarts--
Those who own the industries.
Every time the system farts
They fuck up peoples' destinies.
When are people going to quit
Putting up with all their shit?
TRINITY
The men who love her do it well--
Each in their separate ways.
One satisfies with lots to tell.
One listens when she has bad days.
The third's long worshipped from afar,
Gazing, as you would a star.
DIALECTICAL MATERIALISM II
Got to think, you got to do--
Unless you're filthy rich.
You'll hire folks to think for you,
Get someone else to dig your ditch.
That leaves you time to shop and tan--
Or play some golf and be a man.
THE CASTE OF CLASS
AND THE AMERICAN DREAM
Only at the top do they
Not believe in classes.
We're all the same you'll hear them say,
We're no different from the masses.
But from below it's more than strange
When people think their life can change
Through their hard work and bit of luck,
They'll reach the top, no longer suck.
TWO-QUESTION ENLIGHTENMENT
Have you found out who you are,
Knowing all you've got to give?
Or are you sitting at a bar
Trying to figure how to live--
Since what you need, and what you get,
Puts you deeper into debt.
PRESS CONFERENCE
Though their light bulb glimmers dim,
I've seen monkeys at the zoo--
Chimpanzees--with more sense than him.
Add to that, they're kinder, too.
We've stepped into a danger zone--
Mean monkey's got the microphone.
EUTHANESIA
The rich can have it when they want,
The rest must suffer through it.
Slow overdose and guilt to haunt
The doctors who would do it.
Hospitals, though, they lose it big
When there's another grave to dig.
EDUCATION
Pick up a book, get on the Net,
Call up someone who knows.
Don't let education get
Expensive, then it blows
You off course--paying for
More than what you'll need,
Or use--the class a total bore.
Let your interests lead
You through, that's how to learn--
You don't need degrees.
Diploma mills will only burn
You, learning from your knees--
Tenured tyrants, student loans,
Turning out more system clones.
RED OCTOBER
In ten days one late October--
Ten days that shook the world--
Ruling classes turned cold sober
As the red flags came unfurled--
Tremors they thought soon would pass:
A future for the working class.
YOUR HEART
I yearn for you to bare your heart
To me behind a locked tight door;
And let my fingers' touch impart
The feelings that you can't ignore--
And let a finger, slow, divide
The slippery wet incoming tide.
MISANTHROPE
The world is fucked, and hearts get broken,
There's words we wish were never spoken;
And nature sometimes gets too awesome;
Or dreams, for lack of words, don't blossom.
It's all been said a million times,
In books and movies, songs and rhymes.
We read it, hear it, watch it too,
But all that's left to say's what's new.
ARE THEY WATCHING ME?
Everybody they can't watch--
The government I mean;
But were I x-rayed, head to crotch,
My thoughts, my heart and spleen
They'd arrest, put me away--
Guantanamo, at least
For what I'd do, what I might say
To help bring down the beast.
Homeland, homeland, kiss my ass,
Security's just a sham.
Secure is for the ruling class--
We serve, as Uncle Sam
Endangers us. When we say so
He'll watch to see where it will go.
RED LAKE
We're shocked, surprised, when kids pick up
A gun to settle scores.
Exactly not the loving cup
We wanted, more like wars
That we get in to kick some ass--
The mind set of the ruling class.
HUMP WEDNESDAY
Another day like that, you'll quit--
Got to look for something new.
Get tired of the same old shit,
Looking out for you-know-who--
Anyone who's acting boss,
Nailing your ass to a cross.
All the time and all the care
To what you make, your service, too,
Then be treated to the glare
Of someone standing over you,
Suggesting you're not good enough,
Makes getting through the day too rough.
SUPERMAN
I wanted to be a hero,
Read comics all the time;
But I came out a zero
When I reached my prime.
The comic books did me no good--
I should have saved the neighborhood.
STALKER
I made you mad and you won't talk.
How am I supposed to feel?
Am I going to have to stalk
The feelings you conceal
Along with reasons that you hide
From me, by keeping them inside?
REBEL
When the whip draws down the oath--
Then the whip can keep it.
Confront or lie, or do them both--
But keep out of deep shit.
When you live your life a slave,
Freedom's all you ever crave.
NERD
Physical? Not me. I wish--
Raised by my mother's daughter.
Yet I could swim, friends called me Fish--
But how tough is the water?
Gladiator? Not a chance.
Never even learned to dance.
AH
Competition: how far apart
Can we get from one another
In the race, the score, the heart,
Property, our sister, brother--
Not bad when it's sports and games,
But when it's life it turns to flames.
Dreaming being number one?
Competition, ah, what's it done?
TRYST
Spring showers then the flower's bloom--
Precious little time to stay.
Your scent lingers in the room,
Left behind to fade away--
Leaving me to dream of when
We'll have the chance to touch again.
SHY
Can't walk past without a glance,
Looking for a smile.
Slimmest chances of romance
Summons all her guile
To coax a smile from someone who
Reminds her of when love was new.
SHOCK & AWE
Takes a shock, sometimes, to see
That things aren't what they seem to be.
Things fell apart, that's when you saw
Enough to make you stiff with awe.
As to what you're going to do?
If you're like me, don't have a clue.
But you can't let things just be
When things are clear and you can see
That you can't stand there held in awe
By the shocking things you saw.
It's time, they say, to get a clue,
And help by doing what you do
Best.
MUNCHHAUSEN EFFECT
If the lie is big enough
To cover all the bases,
You can knock it from the rough
When confronting faces
That are looking up to you--
Tall tales usually get you through.
BUSH EFFECT
If it isn't written down,
Who knows what he'll say?
The twisted smile beneath his frown
Speaks gibberish today.
BUTTERFLIES
There comes a time when we should speak
To a situation and
We don't. Looks to me a little weak,
Like a castle built on sand.
We crumble when the tide comes in--
Our voice as weak as our thin skin.
WHAT'S HOT
The media's answer of the day:
This is our say on what's hot.
Everything else can fade away,
Unless another charity shot.
The media cripples all the rest
Who can't pass their shallow test.
ISSUE POLITICS
Issue-politics on prime time--
Swinging its brave axe;
Or laying there like gutter slime--
Filling in the cracks.
What creates the major issues?
Tell me where's the beef?
Wrenching stories--and the tissues
Come out, but no relief.
One by one the issues come--
Spawned by what? I'd like to know.
Where are issues coming from?
Who jacks them up and makes them go?
What's the queen bee of it all
From which the major issues fall?
TIME AND MONEY
Not much money, much less time
For getting through the day.
Or too much time, and do a dime
To kill the boredom, say.
Or watch TV so see what those
With money pick for fancy clothes.
THE HOOD
Neighborhoods, wherever, hot--
Getting less and less to share;
Someone hogs a parking spot;
A wayward glance; a drop-dead stare
And someone thinks: cap someone's ass--
Take a drive and drop some brass.
They have nerve for homicide--
While losers dwell on suicide.
Time to time there'll be relief--
Good fortune here or there comes down
And stays a while. But like a thief,
Leaves you feeling like a clown
For ever thinking fortune has
Its eye one you--it's razzmatazz
Creating hopes, but all a ruse
While fortunes tighten down the screws.
THE GORDIAN KNOT
All the issues, one by one--
Paraded past the proles;
Every one's a loaded gun,
Issues exit bullet holes--
A subtle serial killer who
Picks its victim--always you.
Everyone out of the loop
Are kept tied up in knots.
Privileged have the real scoop--
No one else connects the dots.
Alexander, right or wrong,
Cut the knotted chariot thong.
ECONOMIC DEFINITION
Define yourself before you take
A step that you would think
Would benefit yourself and make
The world back off the brink
Of Armageddon, World War III,
Scoping out eternity.
FREEDOM
There's "freedom from" and "freedom to"
Free from harm and free to be.
When it takes a lie to do
The things that make you feel free,
You can taste a bit of both--
And let the masters keep the oath.
HERO WORSHIP
People talk to God no more,
God no longer lets us live.
Instead we pray to men of war
Or anyone who'll maybe give
Us a chance to feel their grace
That takes us to a better place.
THE TASTE OF DREAMS
I don't dream unless I'm stoned
And dreams keep me alive.
What gets me stoned I've just now honed
Down to a list of five.
Love, of course, is number one.
Success is number two.
Then my list gets dark to run
Down to the favors given you--
Substances provided by
An industry and underground
Dealers getting you so high
You're believing you've been crowned
By royalty. The dreams are clear--
But coming down, can disappear.
EXPOSE THE POSERS
Be like Moses, hold them to
Rules of survival or,
Be like Marx and drop a few
Critiques that don't ignore
The posers odd formality
For organizing change.
Be radical as reality--
And view it all close range
What's going on, and who can help.
Posers need exposing, so
We'll all hear the posers yelp
Because their dog-and-pony show
Came to a sudden, jarring halt
By your logical assault.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW
I don't own a cell phone, no.
You need a manual. But they're great--
To learn what's up--no longer slow:
There's pictures of a license plate,
And making calls to 911
Or loved ones who can rescue you
When your ride, (you're bad), has run
Out of gas and stranded you
On a freeway, dead of night.
Yet, cell phones have a dark side when
They're in the hands of those who light
The night up with a blast again.
Still, everybody talking's how
The planet might not have a cow.
EVANGELISTAS
I get emails pumping god--
God can make it wonderful.
Me, I think it's kind of odd
That anyone would try to pull
That off when you just need to look
At violence and the poverty,
To see god's being used to hook
And pull you down to bended knee.
Wonderful life can come to few.
Those sitting on the prism's top
Enjoy the leisure and the view
And never think that it should stop--
I speak of pressure down below
That's just about to peak and blow.
DIALECTICAL MATERIALISM
Philosophers, from armchairs to
The ones in ivory towers
Say, there's not much that we can do
To escape existing powers.
What is, is. You have to deal
With that--until it gets unreal.
LOOKS
Magazines and TV too,
As well as movies, say what looks
Good--and what you have to do
To look good, too. The fashion cooks
Up the books to make you feel
That it takes looks to make the deal.
THE TASTE OF DREAMS
I don't dream unless I'm stoned
And dreams keep me alive.
What gets me stoned I've just now honed
Down to a list of five.
Love, of course, is number one.
Success is number two.
Then my list gets dark to run
Down to the favors given you--
Substances provided by
An industry and underground
Dealers getting you so high
You're believing you've been crowned
By royalty. The dreams are clear--
But coming down, can disappear.
RENDEZVOUS
I want you so, so I can wait
Until the time you've made your mind
Up, so, deciding on your fate,
Deciding what you'll leave behind:
Contradictions, chances weighed
Of hopes or friends or ties betrayed.
AGNOSTIC
Atheist, a scary word,
What if there's a god?
Who made the cat, the dog, the bird?
Who made the rich, the poor, the odd?
There must be god, how did it start?
And...devil's driving us apart?
JIHAD/CRUSADE
If you believe in heaven, I
Believe they've fed you more--
Like, go to heaven when you die,
Die fighting in a holy war.
Politicians, preachers mix
Our heaven up with politics.
HIGH MAINTENANCE
She came over, he had his head
Under the hood, his buddies, too;
Drinking beer, and their hands spread
Across the fenders, stuck like glue--
Leaning in, and all the talk
Was engines, so she took a walk.
She wasn't mad, but wouldn't stay
To hear them talking rides all day,
She went and found place to play.
SECULAR FRIDAY
Jesus, rendered over to
The Romans with the Judas kiss.
Romans wanted names of who
Would stand behind a man like this.
They tortured Him for every name
Of those who gave Him shelter--
Those backing who, officials claim,
Would turn the Empire helter-skelter.
He wouldn't talk, not even when
They nailed Him to a cross--
Raising it. And, once again,
They were at a total loss
When He refused, for names, come down
To wealth and for a worldly crown.
3 1/2 GRAMS
What is it with this wealth and fame?
Those who love it, junkies--all
Addicted to the power game,
And stuck behind that huge eight-ball
That blocks a shot for real wealth--
Happiness and robust health.
EVERYBODY ELSE
Who speaks up when hopes are dead?
Nobody looking down.
Can't talk? Chart a plan instead
To turn things up-side down.
The hopes and dreams we'll celebrate
After plans to make it great
For everyone--none rich, none poor,
All happy, not what's been before.
IRRESPONSIBLE YOU
A keener mind you'd never find,
He often played the fool
That redefined the ties that bind
That wrapped us up in school.
He turned bad rules to wispy thought
He'd blow away and not get caught.
PARANOIA, DOUBLE-OH-FIVE
Imagine meeting federal cops
On the sly--employing you
For your mind and pulling stops
To let you get at what you do.
Then drive you crazy when they're done
With your fine mind, to leave you none.
