A journey that would take 4 days
This was an opportunity in many ways
America that involves all of us
Seeing America on the Hound Dog Bus
You know, “Leave the Driving to us”
Well I thought of the cross country experience having no fuss
So traveling by bus was a must
It was the open road and Rocky Mountains high
It was America and I
Seeing Indians along the way
No sight of John Wayne on that day
My journey greeted many major cities
The St. Louis approach with the McDonald’s arch giving a Midwest welcome
Cheyenne being of its western days being a throwback stop
That Hound Bus was well on its way
It was move on with no time to stay
Mountains upon Mountains
The thought would I be able to climb
Another thought being the old Western Movies
Stage Coaches and Indians
As my Motor Coach turned around the bend
It was the vision of an American Indian on a White Horse
It wasn’t Mr. Ed of course, of course
But the Indian Wave
A welcome to the Hound Dog bus
In the distance being the city of Downtown Los Angeles
We had truly arrived being our final destination
It was four days being strive
A welcomed venture
The experience like an overture.

In my dreams it seems that darkness looms
A future of misery, death and gloom
Buildings ablaze and fields of tombs
Each action you take, brings closer our doom
Revelations will manifest soon

And I doubt that Jesus will return
He'd rather watch us all suffer and burn
Now Peace and love may be for what we yearn
But pain and death is all that we've earned
That seems to be the only way we learn

The land of the free and home of the brave
Home of the brainwashed, land of unmarked graves
Genocide, hypocrisy, and slaves.
The end is near and I don't want to be saved
I'm sick of hearing us all rant and rave

So if I may say, let me fade away
Prior to Anglo Saxon judgement day
I see the weak upon which we've preyed
As does God so don't bother to pray

Nothing in the diary
no one tried to fire me
wish someone would wire me
a barrel full of cash.

In a town where no beginning
doesn't mean that there's no ending
but it does mean no one's lending
me **** all.

I shall remain sat on a pavement
making this political statement
until my eyes close on a sundown
in the town of no beginning.

pop that in your journal or
the Christmas coloured annual
it makes a pretty picture
to hang around my neck.

there are times when you

work mechanically.

you don't feel like

a human.

you don't feel

life.

all you focus is

a rat race.

*Even if you won the race you would be a big rat.

Your hands like old dogs
Familiar and strong and soft

Eyes
Scanned
Sentences
Today

Less than
Sixty
Tick
Tocks

Yesterday

Life
Taken
Away

Neck
Noosed

Hold
On
Tight

Body
Too light

To switch
Off
The
Light

Legs
Pulled

Gurgling
Goodnight