Rolling, Counting, throwing dice
Fate determined by the crushing blow
of a Samsonite suitcase
Heavy duty, lifetime guarantee
Where will it be after you and me
have joined the shampoo confederation
upon Mount Landfill of History
Mutual exhaust of our cars in tune
One more bomb could seal our doom
Mute but not deaf, only color blind
Shutting out waiting time till the end
Yesterday’s crush of flesh upon mine
Sweetest touch after the hardest crime
Escapist mind rush I injest
Words and pictures to drown the rest
If happiness fell from a deep blue sky
Would the chicken cry or would we die
I can only understand my very little world
Alone control my body’s space
Thoughts of love upon every race
Whispers forgiven, deeds replaced
Holy mantras chanted true
And I will do what monkeys do