Atomic Dog

In the street
A misguided missile
Ballistics, oil
High gas
The economy in the shitter
Are you moral?
Witch hunts in steel towns
Are you righteous?
Green rivers
Pig farms
Electric cars
Boom. Zoom
Go ahead. Wipe us out.
Kill me. Hate me
Give me all your little hatred
I want it
I want it
Even though I don’t need it
Pack the streets w/ suicide bombers
Wipe us out.
There are always the stars
Beyond our reach
Shown to those who dream deep
Some strange organisms of space
Alive – Living – Not dead

March 13, 2003
J. Conte` JR