I just want to sleep.
Please let me fall into a dark slumber,
one where I am by only what I wonder,
I can get away from all of the pain,
while finding comfort in the utterly insane.
To be attacked by a brain eating cow,
would be preferable to any politicians vow,
or maybe to travel, naked, in space,
would be preferable to societies disgrace.
Because we have stopped the comfort and care,
and pay attention to only what we wear,
as we become slaves to the newest song,
where we hear about how everything is wrong,
but we don't care; didn't you see Oprah's thong?
So yes, I would rather fight off giant slugs,
or realize that I can only walk on my head,
its better than societies drugs,
and its better than being dead.