The News Today (©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)
Turned on the news today;
bullets are spraying into unsuspecting crowds.
Goal; to expand appreciation of a book
and live a little longer
if you recite it out loud.
Soothsayers say the seeds of this
will turn this orb into a poison carousel
but the side shows, the media distractions
and other drugs on prescriptions
will make it all worthwhile.
Collateral damage all the way.
Indulgences purified death on crusades.
What on our pristine little
planet have we made?
A war without an end.
Secret services just shrug; close-lipped.
Instability is crucial to the cause.
I can see that there is ire in your eyes
but I am holding a shotgun son
and I'm well above your laws.
Doctors say just twenty years;
antibiotics are gonna cease to work;
take us back to those lovely Middle Ages
where infection often meant
an early bed under the earth.
Give us line, spare us strife.
How many years does one need to live a life?
Gullibles gamble for a better afterparty
on no guarantee.
Bacteria have two billion years
of R&D behind them, conscience always clean;
exploring all their algorithms just in seconds
playing chess, forever altering
outcomes and dreams.
You are here. I am near.
She is there and he is where?
Now might be a good time
to stop and stare...
(©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)
Turned on the news today;
bullets are spraying into unsuspecting crowds.
Goal; to expand appreciation of a book
and live a little longer
if you recite it out loud.
Soothsayers say the seeds of this
will turn this orb into a poison carousel
but the side shows, the media distractions
and other drugs on prescriptions
will make it all worthwhile.
Collateral damage all the way.
Indulgences purified death on crusades.
What on our pristine little
planet have we made?
A war without an end.
Secret services just shrug; close-lipped.
Instability is crucial to the cause.
I can see that there is ire in your eyes
but I am holding a shotgun son
and I'm well above your laws.
Doctors say just twenty years;
antibiotics are gonna cease to work;
take us back to those lovely Middle Ages
where infection often meant
an early bed under the earth.
Give us line, spare us strife.
How many years does one need to live a life?
Gullibles gamble for a better afterparty
on no guarantee.
Bacteria have two billion years
of R&D behind them, conscience always clean;
exploring all their algorithms just in seconds
playing chess, forever altering
outcomes and dreams.
You are here. I am near.
She is there and he is where?
Now might be a good time
to stop and stare...
(©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)
