The Quick Way Home

All damage is collateral When you don't care if you're hit. You want to turn a corner Because your circle doesn't fit You wait for an apology but you're too tongue-tied. Is that a letter-bomb Or a Red Cross stone? Grandad was a boomer They say your mother's just an ex She can keep that 6D phone. You save all that enthusiam For a Thursday night The music may be way too loud But way too loud's just right. You hang on to some carousel When all your friends have flown. Does their cynicism hit you like a Jeep? The politicians will, I hope, come swiftly to your aid So you laugh yourself to sleep. You hover over treetops You can see things as they are You're wireless and you're peerless If you only had a car. You're buttering your breadcrumbs While a billion families starve Is this infinity Or the quick way home? You love, you bleed, you sow your seed And so the wild wheel turns Backwards while they tamper with your clone.