My hurricane’s in the queue
To the gravity in a giant magnetron
Of your socialized intelligence operation
Molecule bribes resistance magistrate
Non specificity nonspecific evacuate
Rising spires ejaculate
Flattening wave dis-corporate
Low pressure trough change to active state
Rising waters will evaporate
Free stereo in the storm grate
Well, I wake up every morning
Rub my eyes and take another breath
I remember where I’m from
That’s where I think I came to
Then I began to recall
What did they imprint on the crowd
In the deity shaped cloud?
How many times – repeated intone
Hero of imbeciles
And the good and righteous ones applaud
Your drama skills were developed
Why am I talking to you?
Who am I to say whatever?
I must have met you around
Sometime in the 18th Century
Or 1930’s Hollywood, when they delivered the new chandelier
The agent is wearing a double breasted suit
He’s a friend of the family
Get to the bottom of the case
Double Breasted Worsted Suit….