NOTE: The first verse contains two occurrences of profanity. Apologies to those offended by them, but not by the sentinments inspiring them.
Full Moons are Bad News
I saw the pale white ball Sitting up in the night sky And cringed; Full moons are bad news, Where Common Sense Gets its ass kicked by Self-centered people Who are too busy Taking a shit on the world To give one about it.
Not that it matters to you; When somebody exposed Your careless self, You bent over and showed us Which body part Contains your brain.
Full moons are bad news; The one sitting way up there Always brings out The worst in us. Pogo was right about The enemy we’ve met.
If you want to meet your worst one, Just look in a mirror… Except you’d never recognize The one most responsible for Your state of malaise.
Every now and then, You try to show us How much you’ve straightened up And want to make things better, But we’re on to that game; No sooner do we forgive you Than you’re back to your old rotten self.
Despite all that, we still trust you. What does that say about us?
It says that we’re still hopeful that Sooner or later, Government will stop making us cringe at The sight of a full moon.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
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