Date Posted:17:46:33 02/08/05 Tue Author:The Serpent Subject: Re: Our real bird-feed. In reply to:
The Serpent
's message, "Our real bird-feed." on 16:43:35 02/08/05 Tue
Bird-Seed for a Growing Boy
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Screw his head off and drink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall . .
Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder
Will Elvis take the place of Jesus
In a thousand years?
Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over what's left of his myth
When pesticides get banned
We're safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze
Paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside
Plaster burros and birthbaths
And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the dead
Death squads
Starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
Bird-Seed for a Growing Boy
Everyone should just love each other
Dip your toe into the fire
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out in trust
And its chopped away!
Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets
Deface your dreams
Until the cows come home to me
All for me!
Nibbling like an earwig
Winding through your brain
Bound like Anne Coulter
Spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse
When you find out we lay eggs
