Rolling down the highway that early day in June, Looked through my rear view mirror I saw it
in full bloom,A roaring red sun reminded me of a fiery
red balloon,Brightness covered the world that day my
eyes were sore to see,
Put my foot to the pedal drove as fast as
could be,I feared that freaky morning was a warning
just for me,Of a comet coming towards the earth I dared
not think or be
Imagine the world holed inside a mound of
great wealth,To be shared among the nations shared by
the poor themselves,Nothing as such has ever occurred people
fail to see,Their kids want a college education a boat
for week end company
They want want and chase for that lone alone
with heartless intent,Ego to raise power to praise nothing of wise understanding,Just the money to trade all year long and a
family to come home to,No moral regard for those in peril just
girls bought so easily
Story is nothing new this has been going on
for years,Pension funds used by those who never paid
a dime,Expense claims hidden in the detail of spin
doctors sweet perfume,Cries ignored till the world is explored
empty of all sympathy
A comet is coming so beware time is running
out,This is not a Dylan song or one of leonards
soulful laments,Sometimes the call is a good one most times
a simple alert,a call so divine that is so not easy to unwind from or forget,like
the gift that was yours but was never short of abuse from,Like cocaine up your ass cause your
nose has fallen out
That comet will tear you apart
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