It's a Day!  
Another day!  
Another brutal sermon of time-lord-god-willing-knee-jerking ministry from the marshlands of WAR-shington!  
Let us pray  
in the deserts of the mind, in the poverty rife afterlife of our futuristic distress and cancelled credit. 
Let us kneel  
on sludge dredged up from these earthly bowels, 
prostrate in disbelief, blind to diagnosis, power-failure,  
worshipping this unmanned free will broken on the sea level beach and falling toward catastrophe.  
Let us look 
the future in the eye : 
"Dare you to cross that line...ok this line...ok umm this... oh ohh" - trading on the wealth of nations dragging down peaceful lives sucking up fuel, belching omissions in dog's we trust. 
Take a uniformed hike -"Ahh Kay Lah"- in conquest and piss, it's come to this and that conclusion -as to  inalienable rights:  
"Ohh say can you seeeee,  we can't torture them here" 
"What about Cuba?" 
"Hmmm, now there's an idea!"  
A place to drag confessions about those Floridian chad's out of peasants and prisoners dragging on their last stick of breath,  
Exactly how long was you sentenced to the wilderness? 
This global living, suddenly bereft of the small world of equality and etiquette.  
Ohh, we're off to win the war and rule the world - where's my "white, ten gallon, five mile per SUV on the road to Baghdad, hat!" You think you can do better than that?  
My "Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' ghost of empire stuck in its dirt track -whoops-  
"Hey mister I wouldn't even treat a tank like that."  
This is an executive decision with a mission.  
Eat my dust crazy man, we's now dictatorial democracies,  
baying for smart blood and crazy for bomb love this is the end my only friend the end  
This is not:  
a poetic parking fine for drink-driving us all round the U-bend. 

25/1/03