we evolved to eat this planet
green stuff growing everywhere
monsters prowl around in the dark
and we all depend on its atmosphere ...
we swarm all over this tiny globe
no one cleans up the awful mess
bodies piled up all over each other
even people you thought were blessed
we hardly understand our world
we tinker, we treasure and we fiddle
killing and eating for entertainment
we never learned to solve the riddle
suicide scratches your itchy soul
suicide scratches your aching soul
suicide scratches your empty soul
oxygen helps you rust your food
lithium helps you digest your friends
suicide scratches your empty soul
(assorted screams...)
hold everything secure
September 95
