Fred said “Bill i think we’re fucked”
to which Bill asked “why so?”
“well”, Fred began (not in a rush)
“i can’t say that i know
but what i see when i look around
is freakin’ me fuckin’ out”
Bill, thought a bit and then replied
“so what’s this all about?”
“oh Bill this damned economy
just doesn’t make much sense
we all work and we pay our way
for little recompense
and every year it just gets worse
the news is always grim
there’s less and less employment
and the profits are so slim
and housing, what a fuckin’ mess
those thieving bankers wrought
has left most underwater
on any house they bought
and all those folks in Europe now
their leaders sold them out
the average workin’ family
there knows not what it’s about
and China, bloody China, look
it’s like a monster fire
a burnin’ all and everything
in a global funeral pyre
and all that carbon in the air
they say we’re gonna cook
and all the oil is runnin’ out
there’s nowhere left to look
and people, Bill the people -
there’s billions of us now
and millions more are born each day
who’ll feed them all and how?
i tell you Bill I’m in despair
i’m almost without hope
the future’s looking so so bad
i don’t know how i’ll cope”
Bill pondered for a while Fred’s words
with heavy heart and mind
he had to cheer his partner up
with gentle words and kind
“Fred, listen man it’s not so grim
there’s so much out there yet
the planets, well we’ll mine them too
and think of what we’ll get
remember Chris Columbus?
he found a brave new land
with oil and gold and silver to
so see and understand
the universe is infinite
it’s ours there just to take
there’s nothing that can stop us
there’s nothing we can’t make
some times are tough and some are good
we do the best we can
we bear the worst, enjoy the best
so lighten up ol’ man”
and Fred, he did, he swallowed it
and heaved a mighty sigh
a smile broke out upon his lips
he waved and said goodbye.
And as his best friend walked away
Bill, cried a bit inside
because you see our Bill he thought
to Fred he’d downright lied
“there’s no bright future for our race
we’re fucked and Fred was right
we’re so so fuckin’ stupid
that in the end we’ll fight
we’ll fight and kill in millions
we’ll drag our neighbors down
we’ll kill and steal and lie and cheat
and in our shit we’ll drown
the rich will party on and on
the poor will starve and die
the middle class will whither
and our mothers they will cry
we’re terminal our species
like beasts we are but worse
and all the beauty we create
adorns our funeral hearse.”
And as ol’ Bill did walk away
into the setting sun
the sound of drunken revelry
had only just begun
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