One Does Not Call Themselves An Elder, Others Do

call nine eleven! call nine eleven!
hello hello my friend was just bitten by a snake
calm down lady, where was he bitten
on his left cheek it is bright red with a hole in the center!
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now a song from the doodle do do’s doh doh

oh those little goddlings are at it again
this one dispatching lightening bolts
that one raining down fire unless yer his friend
the other threatening to destroy the universe
read my mind dearlings
any god worth his’en or her’en salt
surrenders lovingly to any demon’s snarls
(or like my favorite one would crack a joke)

play the drums Tom Tom Tom
now the fife Mike the son
stick a candle of courage in her chest
come stay play a little longer
take of those hats and throw them in the corner
yet another day is dawning
did you bring your keyboard Ragtime man?

carry me back to old no where
remember me to old square joe
i’m off to join the chanting voices
“we ain’t gonna take it anymore”
don’t want an eye for an eye
don’t wanna turn my cheek again
just gonna tell it like it is
toes, when stepped on, hurt
unless by chance
one’s teaching a child to dance
that ain’t so heavy
any child is every child.

i’m torn i’m tired and i’m weary
sorry secluded but sound
of mind/spirit if not body

the pentagon announces
it can fight two wars at the same time
the sports announcer’s voice is frenzied
how else to whip it up
fore say what
is being whipped up?
US is already fighting two!

please don’t ask me of manana
today is heavy enough