All smiles and teeth, clueless, they enter the nightclub where I work box office
Literally, they cute as stuffed animals but the whole world is on fire
Lightning strikes from above hits a rock, ricochet, sets a forest alight
Sugar is sweet, the world stupid as saccharine, no one gonna listen
Maybe they be too smart, too fast for the lightning strikes them dead in their tracks
If this world means nothing to anyone, okay, party until you dead
Left for dead friends party on my grave in my wake, even a tsunami
Ends nothing, they party, clueless to any threats to their stupidity
Suffering is nothing to the party people, vomit, they miss the mark
Abandoned of all hope, the sky falls, the floods come, water rises, cars float
Narcissistic nodding to the rhythm, downbeat, of the music, hip-hop
Damned if they do, damned if they don't, so they party until the devil comes
To hell or high water, demonic minions drag like queens down the catwalk
Elegant pussy boys, crushed to look like women in fashion magazines
Endlessly search the sky for answers from the stars, all I see are comets
Trash, cosmic dust, debris, detritus falls to earth, meteorites destroy
Humanity, instant karma, Lennon is dead, shot by both sides, Chapman
Catcher in the rye rots ergot to the witch trials, a rebellious jukebox
Learns better to spin discs, to scratch vinyl, to tweak and twerk on the dancefloor
Undulating asses entice the gods to play, to bray like a donkey
Energy balances on a teeter-totter equation to matter
Lopsided, the fulcrum lifts nothing on the scales, the magic disappears
Egotistical brats throw shade, feather pillows, full of public contempt
Shadows and reflections of temporality, our perceptions dispel
Scattered disco ball light, I'm a shattered, shattered, Charlie Watts, rest in peace
The end of an era, the little drummer boy plays "Taps" for the soldiers
How long Miles been dead now, Selim Sivad blows horn while the dead awaken
Ennobled by Legion, we are many, for swine drown in the sea, Jesus
Yesterday, I woke up to screaming children, God, their lungs unfilled with smoke
Engage disengagement, elevate the masses, educate the rabble
Nothing of importance sails port to port, on ships for the Inquisition
Tranquility base lands marvelous on the moon while Buzz and Neil bouncing
Entertain the masses around the globe, decades later we still bouncing
Remember, I was born in Bombay, twenty-three days before they landed
Tranquility after the Stonewall Uprising at the Inn in Greenwich
Humble pie, the police could not serve nor protect, so they simply ate crow
Emerging markets prove the value of body cameras to document
Necessity reveals the puzzle still unsolved, are they necessary
I watch as the watchmen change roles, "serve and protect" the most recent motto
Genesis uncertain, the when, where, why, and how, simply approximate
Hold the tantÅ, short sword, of blind hypocrisy, a game of seppuku
Translate a suicide by citizen police to social media
Carry the torch for whom, for fallen officers or for people they kill
Lash out in ignorance at culpability painted in black and white
Underneath the facade, a cracked surface, damaged by years of corruption
Burn both ends late at night reading old documents trying to see beyond
Will wonders never cease, will fiction become real, will we deny the truth
Haunted by phantasms, by phantoms and ghosts, truth hides within a nightmare
Every good parent checks underneath their child's bed, or inside her closet
Remember this, I know nothing about the truth, I am not a parent
Even philosophers denied the poet's words as beautiful mischief
I digress to cover the sky with clouds of thought blown slowly by the wind
Work is not fun and games, even in a nightclub, the repetition grinds
Ordinary people seek extraordinary experience in dreams
Remember, I was born in India, a man of South Asian descent
Kiss the air of both cheeks like the French sniff their bread on both sides of the boule
Boredom overcomes time, killing with ritual exactitude the blade
Ordinary people observe the gapers block, they rubberneck the scene
Xenophobia plays with stereotypes checked at the door, on my sleeve
Ordinary people joke around to scope out the fresh meat they perceive
Four lions yawn, the kill too scrawny for the chase, a leopard licks her chops
Forget racial difference, forge a link to the now, the person before me
In this moment, I see cosmic dust in your eyes, the veil of hidden truth
Concern for your welfare and all our survival is of prime importance
Enter wearing a mask, the pandemic persists, the Delta variant
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