There is so much chaos

There is so much chaos.
All is confusion.
Is this the end?
Or just a really bad bruising?
Hatred reigns. Here comes pain.

Our president thinks we
Should not have too many residents.
But we used to say we were the great melting pot.
Of our indigenous people, there are not a lot.
We pretty much took everything they got.

There is still goodness in human beings.
I will believe it till I take my last breath.
But compared to humans, animals are blameless.
And it is only humans who are
Accelerating the Earth's death.

I don't know which fire
Do we put out first.
The believers who are full of hate.
Or the dreamers who believe in fate.
Which of them is worst?

 For David Pickett II

This is a week that couldn't have been scripted.
I need my heart to be lifted.
I don't know what the next day holds.
I will try to take it as it unfolds.
But I am starting to suspect
That the plot is full of holes.

We are all coping with a terrible loss.
And it is taking such a great cost.
My sadness is so deep.
And the fall is so steep.
The only thing I can do
Is write it out in black and blue.

David Pickett is dead.
Did you hear what I said?
God I loved that guy!
The look of love was in his eye.
He didn't have a selfish gene.
And he didn't have a bone of mean.

Everyone who loved him
Wishes we could have him back.
Even for a week, even for a day.
Whatever debts he owed,
He more than paid.
Even if he sometimes strayed.

Goddamn he was a great guy!
I hope the pain is less tomorrow.
And the hurt and the sorrow.
He just went way too soon.
Up in heaven they will
Surely make room.

For David Pickett

I'm still reeling.
I've lost all feeling.
I tried to listen to a song.
But they all felt wrong.
Every thought in my head
Was about David Pickett being dead.

Only twenty one years young.
His song barely sung.
He had such a glow.
So much warmth.
His heart so big.
Why did he have to go?

Smile like a cat, looking for mischief.
I've got nine lives, he told Bonnie
One more life, what's the difference?
He had so much to live for.
His deep love for his son
Was his deliverance!

We knew him. We loved him.
I can't believe he is gone.
No words can convey
All the sweetness in him.
He suffered so much.
And he had no crutch.

God why did you take him?
When his fortunes were about to turn.
And he still had so much to learn!
This is one of those mysteries
That tests our faith and causes such misery.
Our only comfort being:
He can suffer no more pain on this Earth.
But what is that knowledge really worth?

 It's all coming up green

It's all coming up green.
We're an awesome team.
We are a pack of wolves.
We are dynamite.

We are going to explode.
We are ready to  unload.
There is no one we can't beat.
Everyone else is meat.

We are united in our vision.
We are on a mission.
To defeat the odds.
Make them all clods.

I speak of my brothers.
Together we are unstoppable.
Without them I am not whole.
With them I am untoppable.

We are a pack of wolves.
In symbiotic rhythm.
Everything one has is already given
To his fellow.

I am blessed to be in the pack.
I know every one of them has my back.
We are making the future our bitch.
We got a special pitch.

 I call him the contrarian

I call him the contrarian.
A walking mushroom librarian.
And that's not just cause he thinks he's a fun guy.
He has an anecdote for everything under the sun.
He knows a guy who knows a guy.
He is generous with his time and words.
Every private conversation he has overheard.
And thought it pertained to him.

He's got an ineffable charm.
With the power to disarm.
Hope you don't have anything important to do,
Cause he'll talk you till your ears are blue.
He thinks his jokes are funny,
But he's far from Always Sunny!


He's had every vocation.
From bill collector to pseudo veterinarian.
He can tell you the contents of dog poop.
Yes he's kind of a snoop!!
But his true calling is bullshit artist extraordinaire.
In truth my boy would not hurt a fly.
Unless having to listen to him all day caused it to die.
The fly would just look up at him and say, Why, why?

He's like this termite stuck between the floorboards.
I get out my industrial strength vacuum.
But he clings, he clings!
I have to admire his spunky determination.
And his reckless disregard for everyone and everything.

 Carrie Fisher Saw it All

Carrie Fisher saw it all.
Carrie Fisher saw the fall
Of democracy and integrity.
Not that we had a lot to begin with in politics.
Carrie Fisher saw the ascendancy of a pretender king.
A man not fit to lead nor wear the ring.

Carrie Fisher saw the Death Star.
That's what she got handed
In the movie; all is not groovy.
The Death Star is the nadir for America.
The Death Star is the death of ethics.
The Death Star is how bad his breath is.
The Death Star is only the beginning.
The Death Star is he just likes winning.
Doesn't care about the consequences.

Carrie Fisher had the vision.
She saw we were just fishing.
In a little stream, not knowing our dreams
Were about to be crushed, made to mush.
Carrie Fisher saw it all.

And if you had the foresight
To know things were going to get ugly,
Why not cash in your chips?
Is this a world we want to live in?
Where our new leader in chief always has a beef
With anyone who criticizes him?

I don't think our next President
Should be a bully or a cheat or a liar.
I don't think our next President
Should be a child and a walking conflict of interest.
I don't think our next President
Should not even know what the rules are
Because he has never played by them.


Who voted for this egomaniac?
You think he will put our interests above his own?
He is the one percent; we are insignificant.
Carrie Fisher saw it all.
Carrie Fisher saw the fall.

I try to reduce my carbon footprint

I try to reduce my carbon footprint.
But I know I'm far from perfect.
And man supposedly is descended from apes.
And who ever heard of a primate that did not throw a little poo.
I recycle at home religiously. At least I am more devout than most.
Yet all the same, it does no good to cast blame.
Because deep down we are all the same.

There is this dilemma with water.
We need it so. We value it so.
Yet we are lambs to the slaughter.
In our corporate materialistic world,
We pay for a resource that should be free.
And thank the powers that be.

Our environment is worth saving.
Corporate materialistic culture
Is a mother fucking vulture.
And no one seems to be immune.
I mean to righteously impugn
Anybody who doesn't give a shit.

I have seen the writing on the wall.
If we make no effort, we are bound to fall.
If it ain't biodegradable, at least use it twice.
Try not to be naughty, try to be nice.
Our resources are far from limitless.

If we all do even a little,
We can save the Earth
From becoming drivel.
Factories belch out poisonous air.
Corporate branding makes us slaves.
All that shit going into the ozone
And the earth will be all our graves.

I am no scientist but how can
A rational mind deny climate change?
The ice caps are melting, The oceans are rising.
It's not too surprising to see the Earth's demise.
'California tumbles into the sea..'
Hope that's not how it's going to be.