But in this place
And in this time

We learned an evil song
it wasn’t very good
but it wasn’t very long

We wore a shabby robe
It wasn’t very nice
But it kept out the cold

We believed ten thousand lies
It felt like walking dead
But we’d hoped to win a prize!

We looked for love and flowers
We found cheap beer and shows to binge
And so dripped by the years, slow hour ‘pon stolen hour.

In peacetime we schemed for fancy homes
In wartime we dreamed of safe respite
We hadn’t known what we’d not been shown.

Who will pardon Adam’s seed
When mixing with Adam’s rib
It turned to awful contorted deeds
And always answered so pep so glib
?

Who will forgive us when we turn to ash
high up on Mount Horeb
?
We were young; insecure; silly; rash.

I’ve seen the art of the demagogue
It was no art, but merely a type of crime
against the soul, athwart the heart, betraying the mind
and I’ve seen us turn, cog upon cog
within this evil worn like mink stole
remember? We were so proud. And then the folds
of age and shared misery wore through
what we’d said about me about you
about our love and friendship too
yes we saw ourselves and we knew
we were liars through and through

Author: The Man the Egg the Dream, Mr. Humpty Dumpty!
Crew: Bartleby Willard, Amble Whistletown — We don’t care what you think because you are stupid anyway
Copyright: Andy Watson — also thinks you’re stupid anyway