one Day
by: Stanley Fong

One day they will lock us up

But till then let us prance through the field of human flowers yelling pollinate me pollinate me pollinate me,
Let us make new friends in the yellow pages,
Let us talk to our imaginary friends Tom, Dick, and Harry,
Let us cry foul when a goal is shot,
Let us buy weapons for peace,
Let us tell the secretaries the construction workers the policeman the man who polishes your shoes that they rule the world,
Let us make orphan babies cry for their mothers even though in spirit they are there they cannot touch,
Let us sit back and enjoy the movie as the earth is destroyed by us wow great effects,
Let us make old women young young girls old so there could be some irony,
Let us grapple with life and death in a virtual reality world not knowing Big Brother is watching turning us into ready military drones,
Let us wake up beside a stranger knowing we felt true love after he leaves a twenty dollar bill kisses you goodbye,
Let us test logic and reason by babbling inconsistencies and gibberish until a Swedish scientist declares us geniuses,
Let us make peace with a gun in our grip,
Let us make sodomy a crime so we would be sent to jail to commit a crime again and again,
Let us trace the fall and rise of the Roman Empire and cry as we see that we are the Romans and that bread and circuses just won't cut it anymore,
Let us ask heaven for a miracle and when it comes send it back saying that we are really atheists,
Let us jump hop like rabbits under the glaring suns red orange yellow green blue indigo violetwith the minimalistsic beats of a fantastic music machine making humans dance fingers ache,
Let us get new eyeglasses because we don't want to see your ugly face anymore,
Let us bomb Japan for drenching us in their culture inspired by our culture inspired by another culture if I see another blue haired freak I will kill him.

I'd better not look in the mirror.

Oh, I saw the brightest minds of my generation consumed by greed laziness loss of vision voice self esteem Prozac drugs sex booze reality.

Let them lock us up, please.

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