It's not just the powers-that-be
by mickeyz
It's the fat lady barreling past me
on the subway steps...hurtling her
Big Mac-fueled body toward another numbing day
at a nowhere job

It's the 18-year-old punk...cigarette dangling from
his lips like he's got it all figured out
Too blind to see even a flicker of what lies ahead

It's the deadened masses living deadened lives
Missing out on everything...
too focused on the red cape
They miss the matador completely

It's the years...the Con Ed bills during summer...the loud cell phone conversations...
the way they keep you out of Astoria Pool if your suit doesn't have a liner

It's the whole damn system
We got it all wrong
Multiple choices...and we got every
single answer wrong

Look around...whatever is right is what we
had nothing to do with
Can't blame it all on CEOs, dictators, and con men
There's enough evidence to hang us all