Poems III

At the airports nowadays
There’s plenty going on.
Planes and trains and the TSA
Dogs that sniff for bombs.

In a security line all must stand
And wait to get their body scanned.
Brother and sister, father and son
Bring along the whole family for some TSA fun.

But if you want to opt out of the scan
Then you’re really in for a treat
You"ll get a pat down from your crotch to your ass
From your head down to your feet.

The man doing this will have no college degree
And he’ll claim it’s all for security.
But if I’m really a man with a suicide bomb
Why would I wait for the plane before setting it off?

If you think these tools are here because
The government wants you kept safe
Then you, my friend, are gravely wrong
And from your slumber you should awake.

It’s not about security
It’s not about hijackers or nine eleven.
It’s about you losing your rights and them making money
And scaring you into submission.

So I’ve got a suggestion for the TSA:
Why don’t you go fuck yourself?
Because I’m tired of being fucked by you
And I’m tired of you fucking everyone else. 

In the future planet Earth
Will not be a happy place.
From all the poverty, death, and disease
There shall be no escape.

The oceans will be filled with crud
And nuclear war will loom.
The smog in sky will stack up so high
That it will block out the stars and moon.

The land will be soaked in chemicals
This will show in the plants and food.
For instead of you eating your veggies
Your veggies will eat you.

The people will not look the same
They’ll have much bigger bellies
And much smaller brains.
And the whole human race will eventually lose
Its will to survive and reproduce.

But it was a fun time while it lasted.
We had a wonderful ride.
For it's better to have tried and failed
Then to never have tried.

So place your head between your legs
And give a kiss goodbye to your rear.
Because the ice caps have all metled
And the wave of the future is here.

I come from a land of lunatics
Where all the men wear suits
They speak to each others in numbers
And trade with invisible loot.

They ride trains with commuters in silence
As they stare at the screens in their phones
And are surrounded by buttons and switches
When they stare at the screens in their homes.

Their cell phones they hug like their children
For they have none real to rear.
And as for the children who made the device
The lunatics shed not a tear.

When a man feels a little bit frisky
But can't close cause' he's a bitch
He dates the women on the World Wide Web
And has sex with the internet.

When all’s said and done
He'll clean up the cum
From off his lunatic dick
Then he’ll climb into bed
To rest his lunatic head
And dream lunatic dreams of bliss. 

Life is a big institution
Where everyone follows the rules
Pay your taxes and don’t ask questions
And make sure you do well in school.

The government is here, my dear
To keep you nice and safe
And if you try to get up and leave
It will put you back in your place. 

We have TVs for your enjoyment
We have movies and games galore
It’s safer to play inside than out
For outside we’ve waged a war. 

The war is for civilization
Against people who dislike our kind
But we don’t want our enemies dead
We want them institutionalized.