45 Is Begging To Hear
You’re Fired
Yet
Having all the charm of
Herman Munster and
Ferris Bueller mixed with
The thievery of Al Capone
And racism of Adolf Hitler
Plus above the law wishful
Richard Nixon like thinking
And having visions of WWII
Unconstitutional Internment
Camps all along the borders
The observation through the
Microscope is interesting
The view through the telescope
Looking at the future is
Murky and dismal at best
Save for the whole system
Collapsing and imploding
In on itself like a dead star
Turning in to the black hole
Where light and life can’t escape
Oops that took a dark turn
What I meant to say is that
Like the goofball at work
Who obviously doesn’t want
To be there, starts breaking stuff
Taunting both the boss (voters)
And coworkers (congress & DOJ)
With amazing BS stories and lies
First day on job was the giveaway
See am better than everyone. Tada
Could it not be any clearer for him
Not wanting to be there at all, but
Because his fragile ego will not
Let him quit, bigger and bigger
Stuff is going to get broken BAD
Laws, international relationships
Innate codes of human decency
A constitution shredded beyond
Recognition which may be good
Since it was intended for WLHSO
(White (pink) Land Holding Slave Owners)
So let’s all just sit back and relax
Throw some extra artery clogging
Butter on our vat of salty popcorn
Fill up the bottomless sugary soda
Settle in and watch the last show
Of the petulant apprentice president
Dictating democracy’s dank demise
By Putin’s petty perturbed puppet
Tumultuously tweeting terror to
Biggoted babies & protectionist pinks
“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 oohed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
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
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped ’round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death”
“Amused To Death”
– Roger Waters
These lyrics alone only fractionally convey the impact of the message as performed by Roger with all the pained beauty, grabbing you from the depths of your soul, imploring you to turn off the TV
For whatever reason, and whence ever it occurred to me, to reference the allegedly most powerful man/office in the world down to a 2 digit number amuses me.
Kind of like picking a random card out of a magician’s deck. If you pick a two of clubs or a king of diamonds, the hierarchy has no value to the trick being played out before your eyes.
Merely an image to behold while the slight of hand goes unnoticed. And it is going unnoticed.