SPACE ALIENS IN YOUR EYEBALLS
How to maintain in a world where sanity
Has been illegal so long no one alive
Knows anything different, and most people do maintain
Coherence and composure by keeping themselves
So distracted they canít concentrate?
Where sex is decreed sinful and
Thinking is decreed rebellion against proper authority,
And people therefore believe they have been informed
Not to have genitals, and they therefore
Either pretend that they donít,
Or believe that in admitting that they do,
They are damned anyhow so they may as well
Follow any mindless whim they desire?
Where those properly designated to determine
What to do with nearly all land,
By ownership or by government office,
Mostly couldnít grow a turnip if their
Lives depended on it, and the space aliens
Have stolen the image of cows from their eyeballs?
Where you gonna get your cheese and your burger
When you canít see cows?
You do not know what Iím talking about?
Think Iím being arty or cute?
You think a metaphor is either fact or fraud
And reality is a subject of control,
Desire, oppression, or a bore.
I do not know how to live in a world
Where, never mind nice and nasty people of which
There are both, or even competent leaders, of which
There are some, but madness prevails.
This is what causes cancer, insanity, despair.
The madness of the only world any of us have
To live by is too painful to see.
Yet life goes on, some of it even pleasant,
With some real love and some real achievement.
Reality does not cease to be for being outlawed.
Real world, you say. True...so far as it goes,
But if you believe the big apple is real
And the big apple tree is a frivolous fantasy,
I think youíre in for a rude awakening,
And I donít know anyplace to get out of the way,
And now am growing old in a world where
Any sane competence I might have learned
Has never been tested because only those who
Ate the mad lie in childhood are permitted
Adult say in a world where sanity has been illegal
So long no one alive remembers anything else.
- Uncle River