The safe places are all taken <br />The seats have all been sold <br />The crowd awaits its execution <br />Crime is on a roll <br />With the mayo being held in contempt <br />And all beef bologna sold at a premium <br />Terrorism is no longer local politics <br />The radio active dirty bombs <br />Are all packed in designer luggage <br />With shrapnel, napalm grenades and religion for effect <br />White phosphorous on brown and yellow skin <br />Creates no less pain than when applied on white bread <br />Someone prays for God to be good to him <br />Somewhere in the heavens <br />George Burns is telling Gracie to say “Goodnight” <br />As we watch the destruction of the world <br />In High Definition and on pay per view tonight <br />Our hermetically sealed genitalia <br />Sitting on the couch with our discarded embryo <br />One can only wonder… <br />Why are we really here?<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/food-for-the-gods/
