Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind’s elation
In time for the big election of the king of civilization
Why’d I have to win, I wanted retirement and a vacation
Well, time to go to Hollywood for an infinite adjuration
Give someone else the job ‘cause tomorrow there’ll be complications
Or give me the scepter anyway, it’s the rule of the automations
Pay the media well and they’ll see no psycho aging
The iron fist of freedom, interplanetary war-waging
Mothers will mourn
For their first-born
Dream of Californication…
Dream of Californication…
The public will look at me and they’ll see but pure adoration
Until the press drones break free and start publishing accusations
Then a trial with hanging jury and defamation
The strikers will face more than one silly altercation
While I find a spoon, dig out of jail, and set up a universe-nation
To replace the one destroyed, Hollywood’s Californication
Pay the media well and they’ll see no psycho aging
Extolling on your greatness and the love the world is craving
Mothers will mourn
For their first-born
Dream of Californication…
Dream of Californication…
Categories:
automations, world,
Form: Verse
I am running out of memory
he says, poor guy.
I can't keep track
of which cat is outside
in the Winter when
they should be in,
remember to take
my daily pills.
My automations sometimes
fail me. And my life
buzzes on through
flashes of happy reminiscence
and daydreams.
Categories:
automations, age, happiness, life, time,
Form: Free verse