You can’t have an effect
Whatever you do doesn’t count
Nobody listens to you anyway…
I’ve heard this a lot over the years
And most of the time it’s true,
Except that it’s not true…
Everything you do matters
It matters a lot….
I’ve heard it a lot lately
You know, about how useless it all is
And all that sort of thing……
I suppose it’s true
There is no stopping them
They’re on the way, could be here now!
If not them, some designated some one
Sworn to do me in
Could be some deluded tool, as are most
Of the fools that still co-habit this town
(Shacked up with shadows they call “momma”
Other times they just yell “bitch”)… Or
Might be a stranger, or a close friend
Maybe a lover, or a lost child
They can do you in with hate
Or more cruel yet…love
The sword has been slipped past their gullet
Quite some time ago, you see
First thing they do
They eat the thing whole
And then digest the parts
The money-changers buy the mind men
And management does its part
Before you know it, we be heading for the belly
On our journey to the nether parts
Call it the beast, or call it fate, or the end of
A life of piss and moan.
Yet I rise up against the hopeless prophet
(Cause that’s just the kind of fool that I am)
“Be I live, or be I dead
They won’t catch me by my chinny chin chin”
Small reward may be all I own
I can say this:
I knew you bastards were coming
As I slip down the ululating croup
