Pink Pets and Pills
That distinctive Pink Pet eraser smell
The flag halfway down when Kennedy died
That instinctive rush at the final bell
When insiders finally got outside
To find the world spun out of our control
A sense of unease and not feeling well
But going through the motions anyway
While asking hard questions about the soul:
If ours could speak what should it have to say
Of life thought as heaven but felt as hell?
I grew up under duck-and-cover drills
And the influence of Ritalin pills
I suppose it was propaganda when
They taught us as they did tendentiously
I felt it if did not quite know it then
And it sounded good about being free
But there is no national holiday
For me then or now here or anywhere
And if God knows I wonder does he care
Or even if there could be somebody
Who might prefer not that I leave but stay
And if I do I wish I knew how to
Here at the threshold of my age I wait
To approach the moment I meet my fate
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVIII
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