So Much
So much pain and love
So much going on
Ignorance in droves
Who'd have predicted
our society would be numbed
by people's fear of life
without throngs?
Not the screamers and shriekers
and yellers alike
enraged by the soundest of signs:
beware!
Who'd have predicted
our markets upended
by declining lust
for the most useless toys?
Not the yellers and screamers
and shriekers alas
engaged in conspiracies about the falseness
of lies
There is so much going on
I don't know where to start
There is so much going on
I'd be happier a tart
There is so much going on
I'd rather forget
what it means to be dumb
what it means to be sane
For why bother with the blind and the deaf
when what they seek
is but to dig
their own grave and there rest?