Food for the Bomb

Think, think.

Have a drink.

Take a breath

And let it sink

Later’s now

And now is then

But then is something

Other than

The where, what, who, why,

How or when

And so you see my darling dear

The end of time is growing near

For all we hear and all we touch

Don’t seem real very much

God plays tricks

The joke’s on us

The tears and fears

Ain’t worth the fuss.

Ain’t worth it such

That I wonder why

we sigh and try

To pretend that we will never die

Saving, saving for a day that

may

never

come

If Reagan had his way

We’d all be sitting in bunkers still

Our missiles aimed and primed to kill

Lame, lame.

The song’s the same

You don’t duck and cover you

Just hide behind a Bush or two

Or be torn apart by terrorists

Or Christians, or you choose the threats

No shield made by forge of man

Can stave off death the reaper’s hand.

He plays fair no matter where you are

From left to right

The right to life’s

A losing fight.