Every society honors its live conformists, and its dead troublemakers.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

 
 
American Drone
 
Haven't you heard, it's written in stone
Plainer than truth, down to the bone
Everyone says, and everyone knows
That's what they say, and that's how it goes
 
Oh yeah, says who
 
Oh everyone knows
 
Huh
 
How did it start, what was the source
Act like you know, just nod of course
Sheep in the meadow, baa right along
Moo like a cow, chewing her corn
 
Oh yeah, says WHO
 
Hmmm
 
Everyone sit, just nod your head
Drink in the news, just before bed
Think like they tell you, they know it all
Domino line up, waiting to fall
 
Gobble like turkeys eating their grain
Peck goes your beak, chop goes your brain
Fish in the barrel, bait on the hook
So much to see, but they never look
 
Never a stampede, hooves have been tied
Stand still and listen, listen to lies
Promises made, dust in the wind
Beneath the gold, lies only tin
 
Under the feathers, we're all the same
Why do the strong, bullshit the lame
Majority rules, march like a drone
Swim in their thoughts, drown like a stone
 
Pax
A
11/9/07