Footstep earthquakes are
Walking toward Tokyo
Charting his progress

There are those who laugh
Because they have not yet heard the terrible news
and
there are those who laugh because they have
All who enter the world, between our mothers' legs
or
McDuffed into an obstetrician's hands
are fated to leave it in a box
or perhaps
in a puff of smoke
we hold these truths to be self-evident,so,
off to work or, off to party, no great difference.
So, you go to work, I'm headed for the bar

Tokyo burns bright
fault lines gaping asunder
So much still to do

Resistance is futile.
Your fate is concrete.
Just like Jimmy Hoffa

Whiskey cask sits on floor
cask grows lighter
eyes focus no more