Monday, April 2, 2012

No Kill Trilogy Amused to Death

News hound sniffs the air
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused, ooh western woman, western girl

And the children of Melrose strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their FB screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry

Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
Your nation has amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We flew our private jets

We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the FB sets

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