"I didn't quite understand what you said - he answered"
"I want to send a telegram to the USA: Good morning Hasan, I am going away tomorrow."
If you could see
for once one inch beyond
the nose that cuts the air
before your face
You would not sing
my dear with such high zest
about the wonders of this modern world
Is there some place we could go
and use each other for a while?
I've got so much to disclose
I've got five bucks, wait no I don't
If you could see
the strings as armies swing through the night
the pious pigs that rub the shoulders of the remote controllers
You would scream and shrink upon the ledge
before the brink to see the hatred
that drives this gilded age
I'm not immune to this
In fact I'm sick with the truth
It comes like knives flashing on the Senate floor
If all we have to give
Is our consent and will to live
We'll get the country we deserve
We'll get the weekends to ourselves
And what passes for community
Is a back-lit cult of idolatry
We love and hate the same five things
Is this the basis for a lasting friendship?
I think not
Don't even try to grab this microphone from my hand
I've got a story that demands your undivided attention
I bear good news we're going to die pretty soon
And then this inkless plot will be effaced
Is there some place we could go
and use each other in the dark?
I've got so much to get off
I've got so much no one wants
I'm not afraid anymore
I killed that boy and took his hair
withdrew my name from the race
I wasn't lame
I was estranged
