Monday, April 23, 2007

Hitler, (By the way, I had deja vu while editing this)

this is how it all ends
when the butterfly bandages let loose
and slip away
each moment in your memory
is fading
your childhood disappears
computers are running our senate
reading your mind
as the ice cream truck drives by

the distraction takes you away
but the television brings you back
the fathers of this country
would turn in their graves
cry in their palms
if they knew what we have done

profit this
and mayhem that
implant a government issued speaker
hardwired
in your living room
in your kitchen
we wake up all your children
we goodnight all your grandparents
and kiss your wife

the newspaper tells you not to worry
your stocks are looking good
the children are in proper care
when they wheel you away to the funny farm
and the ice cream truck again

here you are
here we all are under
we breathe
hello, Mr. President
goodnight to your country