Gum Drops and Misanthropes

Chasing Drum Beats

They fired their machine guns they
Dropped 500lb bombs. All this against
a paper mache town, in a water color
Land.

Yesterday, the two parties met to
declare truce. Instead the bobbed
around the questions, found a less
disturbing method of denying each
other's culpability.

Around lunchtime, as schedualed they
commence blaming everybody else

They retured to their machine guns
and
500lb
Bombs

******

Everyplace is found, no one knows

They picked out our brains 'till nothing was left
They loved the taste

Please forgive the lack of superstition but
where does this begin? Or, does it end
on a hollow note, like an upright bass all
out of tune?

Of the four chords we struck, only the most
atonal worked.

They eat our brains because
They don't know the difference

Don't worry, there's plenty of unsafe things
here. So in the light, on three
Everbody jump.

1 Begin, and enjoy whatever seconds.

2 Turn on the heat, cold or not.

3 Repeat what's been said.

If I feed you anxity, it's only because
I care.