Wisdom

 

Nothing is real, it’s all a facade;

I look at the Devil, he gives me a nod.

‘Turn ‘round to Jesus, He’s liquored up good,

Mumbles something about He’d help if He could.

 

And the thing of this place,

It’s crushing my brain,

Dropped in a mad world

Trying to stay sane.

 

Stopped by the Temple to find some release,

Buddha said, “Son, meditation ain’t peace.”

Said, “My lover turned on me, broke my kind heart;

I’m selling the Temple to make a new start.”

 

Sampson and Delilah are filing for divorce,

Skywalker’s crying ‘cause he can’t find the Force.

 

Clark Kent knocking on the last telephone booth,

Honest Abe inside making a call to the Truth.

 

Took a walk for clarity down by the Sea

Saw Noah on his ark

Throwing over his last chimpanzee.

Said, “I’m converting this baby to an Airbnb.”

Then he cackled to the sky, hysterically.

 

Talked to George just yesterday,

Said his cherry tree is withering away.

“Too much sun, too little rain.”

Is all he said, with a look of disdain.

 

Stopped by the Cape, to check in on John,

He said, “Man, this Country is losing its song.”

 

Took a train down South, 

To have a sit down with King,

He said, “Son, lost my hearing aids,

I can’t hear freedom ring.”

 

Made one last stop at Walden Pond

And Thoreau said, “Listen,

This is not where you belong.

But here you are, you have to stay strong,

And don’t forget the words to your song.”

 

And the thing of this place

It’s crushing my brain;

Dropped in a mad world

Trying to stay sane.