MICKEY D's By Tom Jensen
I cannot complete a thought
It gets lost as I get cross
Trapped like a gas
In this vast
piece of orbiting mass
This little lucky piece of rock
That you could almost
paddle across
We've got some
pretty green trees
Yet it's still ripe
with disease
Full of wars you
can and can't see
You ask, "So what's it to me?"
Yes I know of history, geology,
Astronomy and World War Three
I have seen the greed
Once I would have
never believed
That money could
buy such misery
Now I see the naivety in me
As corporations start
owning countries
Now they're calling
Kenya Mickey D's
And happiness is just
a distant memory
So long unknown to me
Living in this world of adultery
Where what you see
Is not really what you see
And where what's to be
May never be
And though unchained
no one is free
You can look forever
and still not see
Believing simply that
What's to be will be
Thinking that men
don't make history
Only got lucky
Someone had to be
It took me many years to see
That God helps those
who help themselves
So think twice to yourself
Before you trust in anyone else
Or else you run the risk
Of feeling just like me
A dear friend to insanity
But hey, at least somebody
listens to me