Who knows what is what

Who knows what is what

The wherefores and why-not

Of life

When it comes from every direction

All at once

Avoidance is not an option.

Sit on the sofa why don’t-ya

God will sort it out

Is that why we are here

To be empty vessels

Vassals

Serving a higher cause.

So many people sacrificed

For so little.

Give me a few quid

It can make a dream come true

For a goodly few.

Until then, there is you

For whom a fortune

Is never enough.

Beat back the fires

Put humanity on hold

To pay my dividend

Award my presence

With a suitcase full of dirty bills

Make more money

Sell more pills

Never pay out on a premium.

We are in awe

Of mothers on a mission

But still sell them short.

Fathers work or shirk

They can be more

Or less than a cypher

A picture on a sideboard.

We all consist

Of multiple dimensions

Constructed in real-time.

Whatever happened to America?

Democracy is better than that.

Goodness gracious

Great balls of fire

Is a good line

To throw out

But is not a good way to live.

If I dream, I dream of you

Why do I even wake up

When the option is this unholy mess

I guess if you were here

It would be the same

But I would feel better awake

Than I do when asleep.

Lord knows

That is a basis for heaven.

Sleep,

Where we dream

Of a better life

That can still go to shit

But if we keep trying

We can turn it back

To the beginning

And dream it again

Every night after night

Getting the ending

Closer to right.

Maybe we do, in the end,

Who would know

Not the portly joker

With the veneer sneer

And friendly facade

Selling a line

On once upon

A primetime

This cannot be a reality

It is a comedy

In poor taste

Benny Hill on steroids