Surfing Serenade
Blue and blank. Such is Zen.
Merchants touting medicine.
Purple puppets talk to men;
Teaching kids to dance again.
Parades of people try to talk
Contests of strength to walk the walk.
Fast speaking judges earn their pay
In your face and ethics, they always play.
Stars piled in squares talkin' dirt.
Blue and blankness rules, inert.
Relationships on trial--all just public denial.
Top secret mission cannot fail.
Four eerie kids from somewhere else, hail.
Millions run a slick, wet track;
First place runner falling back.
Fighting all denial--truth is what's on trial.
Baseball's heroes, superstars show just what they've got.
Championing a cause for peace--vote for peace--cast your lot.
Little paper children lost--want to find a sunflower.
People sleeping in your house, on your sofa; use your shower.
Never turn out needy ones
Who may see you again.
Beautiful bodies, young and strong;
Ignorance; their best of friends.
Dancing dragons busting glass
Slide down rails in shopping malls.
Evangelists pushing God and religion
Down our throats in bathroom stalls.
They camouflage their deadly sins
Of lust and greed and haughtiness.
Blood and broken bones are seen
By surgeons and their audience.
Pig-tailed half-pint little girls
Cry on cue and act misled.
Wholesome family values pushed
By men on who Fame's ego's fed.
Freedom is just a phone call away.
Dream a life of happiness.
Opportunity awaits those on
The other side of loneliness.
Pretty girls sing of hope
With purest hearts and perfect eyes.
"Take care of your own," they preach.
"Keep faith all at home," she cries.
Lists of what you can see,
What you can do
What you can be.
More ministers both young and old
Push their faith and paraphrase.
Leaders work to make us feel
Free and safe in these end days.
Preachers made to look so real,
Like we could reach out and truly touch.
Hawking ugly threads of green
And blue with buttons, all too much.
Selling gaudy baubles made to look
Like gems and precious gold.
Telling you every now and again
How many have already been sold.
New music that must be turned down,
Island chants.
They dance around.
Blue blankness again but then, green screen:
A test to see what all this means
'In the event of actual emergency,
You'll be given instructions
As to how we want you to die.
So calmly bend over,
With your head between your knees,
And kiss your sorry ass goodbye.'
Blue blankness comes back.
This was all just a drill.
They will let you know,
Just before they kill.
Space odysseys, returning to time
When "now" seemed far away.
We are here now and it's not like
Any dream-tapes they used to play.
Forecasts of rain and snow and sun;
A little something for everyone.
And older, still the black and white,
Foreshadows of the impending fall.
Products of wonder, till you know their trick.
Bad plots and empty threats all make you sick.
They tell you, though that illness
Only comes to those with vice.
And plead for your soul's willingness,
But purchase should suffice.
Profit is the motivator,
Ignorant procrastinator;
You are educated by them all.
Let them tell you what to do,
How to get there,
What to say.
Give them all your hopes and dreams
To profit from
Their own way.
Don't worry;
You have so much choice,
So much chance,
And so much voice.
Remotes let you choose
With these odds, you can't lose.
But learn to act only on their cues.
Oh, and tell them to use "tootie" on your VISA
For Christmas booze.
