See, you said it! It happened! You only spoke truth! The opposite's unthinkable! I'd held you aloof. You parents, and teachers—my culture, or government; you got my attention—secured my involvement.
You served it all up with the straightest of faces! You believed it yourself; now dissonance faced us. With a primitive sound and occasional pictures, you employed your devices of half-truths and stricture.
I bought into it, fine, as you played with my mind! I believed in whatever you said, you will find! I’m just a good citizen, and I’m paying my taxes to the best of ability—ain’t taking no chances.
But, to tell you the truth? You now scare me silly. Your minds are all closed, and your countenance chilly. You don’t look around at the damage you cause, "Who pays while I play...," stands apart from your law.
Why, entranced by the "mainstream," I misread the sky! Thank God for my Dad—"UFOs are alive"! Though hard ass, conservative, on Newt’s party line, even he could admit that the system's a crime.
Mistrust of the sky is encouraged by those who are fired from Airlines for telling what shows! "Odd things in the sky must have rational meanings"... It then HAS explanation . . . you pretend you are dreaming!
~You can safely buy in
to what’s heard on the news!
Too, believe what "good Catholics"
report about Jews!
The bunkies are right,
and the Earth needs no healing!
There is an integrity!
You perceive double dealing!
beyond their capacity,
And women are flighty,
unsmart... no sagacity!
Chicanos are lazy,
and Arabs are crazy. . .
Poor white folks endure
these indignantly lazy!
Rednecks must carry
a gene for green teeth!
Asians are plotting to
take over our streets!
The "system" is trustful,
its honor’s replete!
Any fault cannot lie
at MY lily white feet!
Well, I've blasted on out with a new alien view, Where "it just don’t add up", and what’s *hidden's* a *clue*. College is hopeful, even filled with old commies These know about books hard to share with your mommy!
Yes, observing your flinching's a touchstone for me! It's where I must look and then be off my knees! Unravel all ignorance! Begone tangled yarn! We'll be weaving new robes where the truth dares its darn!
A literate veteran of foreign wars, a retired military officer, and a teacher with a certificate earned summa cum laude, at 68 I presume the right to bump gums. I'll take it in any case.