*S*

I live in a dream world of atm machines that dance around me, and bring me things...
..we walk down a road of chocolate covered roses
where credit cards follow our travels whereever we go...
making purchases look like magic
turning mud into yellow brick roads...
telemarketers fly over my head like fairies
sprinkling sweet jargon on my mash potatoes
that melts in my mouth like butter..
and sticks to my stomach like cement
preventing my vomit
YES IM LIVING IN OZ SOMEHOW
but somebody changed the script..
..now instead of pixie dust I see angels getting blitzed off their own supply..
...using torn pages from the bible as rolling papers...
...and stuffing it with crumbled herbs that smell more like shreaded cash when you chief...
...and last night cinderella had to choose between suicide & bankruptcy...
...cause the queen of England still has her magic mirror...
..and aint no free lunch in america...
..just free-loaders that swing in your hair like ruppunzel...
..using your skull as just another rung in that corporate ladder...
watching snow white get boiled alive in the witches kitchen..
really just my next door neighboor trying to survive...
coming short like the seven dwarfs trying to save the ghetto from itself...
a sleeping beauty with the reflection of an ugly duckling
getting fucked by the boy who cried wolf ...over and over again...
..while we just slipped further and further in debt...
..with the chains no longer around our necks.. but around our wallets....


*P*

Wallets filled with a plethora of plastic --
Spastic --
Watchin' Alice In Wonderland's plans fall apart --
Like drastic --
Poppin' Collars -- Stretchin' dollars wide & long --
Elastic --
Jack & Jill went up the hill --
Told him she'd blow him for a $50 dollar bill
Tumblin' down -- Hell Bound --
Fell in shark filled waters an damn near drowned
Phones ring as sirens sing --
"My Country Tis' of Thee -- Sweet Land Of Liberty"
While "The Three Pigs" dig for that pot of gold
It's been bought & sold for a soul & a prayer
In reality tho, ain't nothing really there
Just a mirage disappearing under a lodge of wooden soldiers
Generals & Defense heads -- Walking deads --
Gettin' older not bolder
Marching to the beat of the same old drummer --
(((BUMMER))) --
Nothing new -- Dumb & Dumber -- Like Little Boy Blue
And the Boy Who Cried Wolf til' his ass got inna stew
Who can we turn to -- When real life is like a fairy tale
Color drains from complexions as the future looks pale
The ozone layer's twisted -- Earth is misted with tall kegs of ale
Piss flies in the face of destiny -- But to the rich it's just a tinkle
Maybe we should all get drunk & "sleep" away this lifetime
Like Sleeping Beauty & Rip Van Winkle


Wake Up! -- And Smell The Plastic Roses -- *smirk*


*S* = Sober
*P* = PhotoSynthesis