it's the shits dear

[revolutionR]

It's the shits, dear
you type the words on your keyboard
and then it's all over, nada, kaput, zilch
you can't erase a zero, but a zero can erase you
it's a feast of the vultures, a conclave of the crows
it's for the birds , dear get you duck in a row, row
you boat, learn everything you can, and clean
the X marks off you calender, scratch off the dates
look up in the sky and a bird turd drops in you eye
they discovered a big maybe today, maybe God
or dark matter, what does it matter, who cares
Not the Pope in Rome, he already made up his mind
I always hate it when I write a poem with the word Pope
it rhymes with enough rope to tie up our beliefs in
it's crap I tell you, and if it's not crap then its rap
it's hep to the bummers, to the bums in the white out house
to the black out in the news, but the cat is bad baby
and the let him out of his metaphysical bag, it's not a gag order
it's a tiny camera that sees everything, from ever angle
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem
the dragnet will only drag in a few extra sharks
what does it matter that so many species went extinct today
somewhere in high places they are sacrificing more babies to Moloch
somewhere in Africa bodies are piling up on the streets, Bubonic Plague
was let out of some hidden bag, but before it's over, it will not lag
they are raining bombs today, darling, each one costs a million bucks
each one could feed ten villages in India, or China, the cops have tanks
It's summer time, and they are shooting black teenagers for jay walking
it's just another blue jay day, dear, and I'm running out of words here