I'd only find true happiness
In the Florida sun,
With dogs abundant,
Free as the wind and waves around me.

I watched you struggling
In my manicured lawn,
And was overcome with remorse,
And irony.
For we are very much alike.
Both invasive, both destructive,
Both unstoppable.
The only difference:
I am aware of what I am.
And you,
Are just a bug.
Now half broken, but determined
To hold on.
I hit you with the rock again.

How to prevent
A military autocracy?
All you need is a little
Government secrecy.
Fight your wars with shame and lies,
And watch: people throw up peace signs.
The paradox of patriotic suicide,
Is the elixir of democracy.

They've locked themselves in the garden,
Where they twist and turn and torment,
Drifting further from me.
Oh, how I wish I could dance with a daisy,
But they prefer the weeds.

I've been lost in the woods for quite some time now,
7 years, give or take.
I am all turned around:
I keep circling back, retracing my steps,
Finding and forgetting new landmarks.
I cannot seem to find the path.
I've changed maps,
At least three times,
But this one is still wrong.
What's this? An empty white paper.
Oh, I see,
This is the perfect map.

Status update:
Feelin' like Japan in the early 1900s.
Oh how I long to be self sufficient!
Welcome to my hyper mercantilist,
Fascist utopia.
My own little island. Just me.
But this isn't the new wave,
It's the ever present undercurrent.
Even there when you devastate me,
And force me into dependency.

The truth comes out with the stars,
And lingers in my dreams 'til daylight,
Then I scrub, scrub, scrub it
Off my mind  
Like oil off my face.