REALLY in the Paydirt
I live in a castle, on a hill
with trained rats guarding all footpaths,
I have just enough of necessities
to get by the obstacle of living,
When confronted, I make short work of evildoers,
and that includes all the bodies, sometimes,
My renown makes them catch their breaths,
until harsh reality disrupts everything....
Places to go, things to do,
rushing about, worrying,
my poor wad's taking a beating,
just imagine
someday I'll have to count the change!
before that though,
I hope capitalism turns over a new leaf,
makes everything free, which is only fair,
since that's what most 'Everything feels!'
At home, I put on a T.V. set
an unbreakable black'n' white,
"Firing Line" with William F. is on,
he and his neo-conservative pals
plotting against humanity, as usual,
IF I get too upset,
I'll throw the set across the room;
Thank God! it's unbreakable,
because it's the only one I've got....
I bought a pizza last week, free delivery,
I was rolling in dough, I guess
so if hunger comes a calling, I'll be waiting,
I never worry about mundane nonsense, like food
- the door is locked, the phone's dead-
it's time to go back to the castle!
I dream about the way things would be,
if someone gave me authority,
no‑one would suffer from neglect or want,
because the fix would be in, from the top down,
Our species would climb
to the moon, out to Mars,
our armies trim crisply disciplined wars
against ignorance, injustice, all hunger and dirt
Making God happy would consume every heart
In this reality, I'll do all I can,
But anything less!
'Your life's my receipt'
says reality again
a brick through the windshield
Of conversation.
