by Shaun Grub
art by Greg Davis
The joke of history is it isn't a mystery
to the ones who don't wanna know
It's just a string of perversions undergoing reversions
with hot pockets in the snow
When things are at their worst it starts improving
but the only real way to tell
You could be feeling better and getting sicker
while freezing intermittent in hell
It's paradisiacal and quite maniacal
the revelations heating up in your head
After cooling down a bit you think you're full of it
and don't wanna get out of bed
There ain't no one to blame ya just trying to frame you
for something that you never did
Demanding to convince everyone you exist
is just a workout like a statistical spread
Trick is never forgetting to remember
that we aren't even actually here
Its because we're moving and constantly grooving
while our proximity disappears
With the whole damn planet a-plunging onward
through the cold and sterile void
We're just under-sampling and aliasing forward
in a wagon wheel effect conjoined
In meditation we reach equilibrium to relish
stillness which we usually reject
The fact remains its not an illusion
just a mirror of the void we reflect
In trying to use tact to avoid confusion
nothing remains the anchor to our lives
We're sailing onward redressing grievance
and selling our souls down the line
So how's it possible we can even conceive
that we're usually just feeling fine
In a war torn nation caught up in cold fury
with provocations from both sides
You don't need a judge or even a jury
if you're quick enough on this ride
In paroxysms of executions compounded
with a series of nervous tics
That's not religious order nor spiritual chaos
or a random case of Tourettes
Just a sexual disease twitching from spirochetes
and that could be as good as it gets
If God created the missionary position
we came up with dancing in the streets
Its odd we're mated with nuclear fusion
and always doing what we're told
When the whole damn point of being created
is just a chance at growing old
Look at this joint do you think we're fated
with a predetermined destiny
Well it depends on just how serious
you're taking your own individuality
That's why I sing get down with me brothers and sisters
and don't you fret no more
Flip that frown in the air and if it comes down heads
don't let your tail get caught in the door