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Going to a club that has a karaoke night,

Only to find they play only dance tunes;

It's no wonder they think about sex day and night,

Because every song talks about it like crazed loons.

I'm becoming more jaded on the younger set,

Due to the fact that they're not making any sense;

They go around sleeping with people they've just met,

And burn their lives away like a stick of incense.

The whole thing isn't the only thing on my mind,

As we get ever closer to starting a fool's war.

We're denouncing every Arab as having a terrorist's mind;

Such is not the case, but these days there are rumors galore.

Crazy thoughts are running through our heads: of avarice,

Of hatred and revenge on ones hated on Capital Hill;

It's like Arlo Guthrie walking into a a doctor's office

And saying he wants to kill...Kill...KILL!!!

A new wave of terror washes across the nation,

Innocent blood on the hands of gunmen unseen;

Who's next? Who's manning our own stations

While we flex our muscles on the global scene?

We have no business telling others what to do

When we can't even keep the peace at home;

It infuriates me, but I try to think it through,

Even though it defies logic like a really stupid poem.

Other people's thoughts of today are affecting me,

Even though I'm still forming my own opinions;

The world's going to hell as far as I can see,

As everyone's ready to blame Osama bin Laden

For the present state of world affairs, guilty by association;

I'll just get ready to watch the World Series,

Which is far more entertaining than any CNN presentation:

No more of all this talk of conspiracy theories...





Patrick Hopkins