Sunday, September 26, 2010

Rooting for Villians

Lost under a truck of twinkies
watching catastrophic collisions between a society
broken, injured, afraid
and I am suddenly aware that my cybernetic brain monkey (lasers equipped) is correct
we are all masterless slaves
and as tires squeal around my head
threatening a gooey life
I realize I need a secret lair
under a volcano
beneath the ocean  
located deep in the Arctic
on the moon