grindmonkeh

When yer back is to the wall, kick a hole with yer heel
an' when yer cryin', fer cryin' out loud, wear a mask to conceal
the realities o' the situation; chin up now, that's right,
cuz when the levee breaks under the cloak o' the night
an' there's no little Dutch boy with his finger in the hole
an' whaz leakin' profusely resembles yer soul
call an altruistic alchemist; if he succeeds
then the rest o' yer life'll be worry free.
Right? An' he'll succeed; this is America, after all
rising from throw rugs to tapestries an' masquerade balls -
I went to one o' those once; the mask is still stuck
someone switched the spirit gum fer cement, my typical luck -
An' jus' where were you when they shot Kennedy?
Me, I wasn't born yet; the last o' the heroes, with his perfect teeth -
High ideals, an' he could write, too - won the Pulitzer, an' all that
rot
Does anyone know what his ghost writer got?
So, we've survived twenty-odd years without one o' our own
an' the antiheroes tend to stay home alone
Ya hear 'em peek an' squawk every now an' then
much to the anti-antiheroes chagrin
But, this is America, an' we're a democracy
Majority rules; I guess the side yer on defines how free
ya are. An' one thing the Forefathers didn't foresee
was an insidious virus called Apathy
Guess they didn't think o' everything, at that, when they wrote the
rights
but, this is America, love it or leave it, ya Pinko, or stay an' fight -

Oops, waitaminute, the Pinkos are a democracy now, too,
thanx to Gorbachev an' his liberal views
I gets our next bout with Russia will be to see
who has the superior welfare program; but I guess he
kicked a hole in the wall with his heel
an' he handed down the carrot to the Commonweal
who gobbled it up eagerly; they'd been starin' at it fer so long
it seemed a lot larger before they ate it. I got a strong
suspicion that indigestion comes next; but, I'm in America, it's my home

an' I'm just an antihero, standin' alone.

- Daphne Hull