I keep licking my wounds

Like a fine tuned buffoon,

As though the end will never come too soon

Haven't tasted life from a silver spoon,

Dancing with the creature of the black lagoon

While listening to ancient tunes

Might as well take a walk on the moon

Just one step ahead of the killer typhoon,

Speaking like a prophet among the deaf and blind

Sharing the truth with whoever I can find

Emotional attachments these days just don’t bind

A fascist government unable to be kind,

I keep licking my wounds

Like an eccentric tycoon

Like a whale hit by a harpoon

Like blood washing away in a monsoon,

Meaningless impressions left here to die

Whispering echoes into a laboring sky

A dying soldier asks why

The atrocities perpetrated with no outcry,

Color my outlook grim

Unless I find alien life on a crater rim

Time for the western world to sink or swim

Gather around and sing another hymn,

I keep licking my wounds

With all the liquor that can be consumed

Where the forbidden truth must loom

Is there a prediction that does not spell doom?

Thought I knew thought I knew

Thought I was one of the gifted few

Nowhere to get off on this fatalistic avenue

I’m just another poet alienated from view,

The world will go on without

Regardless of your pain and doubt

But you can continue to scream and shout

While slapping the cheek of those who are devout,

Dismount and form a perimeter

Before your bomb run check the altimeter

Hide your secrets from the inquisitor

As I wonder if there is a cure for the future?