Living In America

There’s nothing to go back to; there’s nothing up ahead. There’s nothing but to be alone; and someday he’ll be dead. He doesn’t know what’s going on; it doesn’t matter anyway. He just can’t be submissive; and bend to others ways. He hates to see the darkness; while the sun drops out of sight. It’s then he does remember; this world is just not right. There’s no such thing as freedom; it’s join or be alone. He never gets accepted; so he stands there on his own. We count our little blessings; and accept our Atta boys. At Christmas time we spend our cash; for the children and their toys We contribute to the charities; we buy our special stamps. We give no thought to homelessness; they are only tramps. We’re surrounded by the masses; that believe the best they can. After all they all agree; they want the best for man. We line up for elections; but our choice seldom matter. The dynasty is all dug in; they care not of our chatter. They keep their numbers in a chamber; locked inside a vault. It’s there they turn it into power; to ward off all assaults. They listen to our phone calls; as security for the land. While the keepers of the fossil fuel, put money in their hand. They know that we can’t stop them, they’re not afraid of rocks. They’ll put the fear of god in us; till the pee runs down our socks. No one’s going to tell them; that they don’t know what’s best; They suggest we take what’s offered us; and give our mouths a rest. I really couldn’t care; nor it does it matter anyway; There’s only one thing left to do; that’s surviving every day. That’s not a pretty picture; this painting by the numbers; So take whatever you can get; while the giant slumbers Hide your treasures real well, before the tax man takes his piece; Otherwise you will be raped; and likely without grease