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Date Posted: 09:37:02 04/09/11 Sat
Author: Vincent T. Callahan
Subject: The Streets Are 1984

"The Streets Are 1984"

How'd I land in this dream, next to you
Surprised that the dreamcatcher let me through
The subterrestrials grew mile long tentacles
One attached to my brain, another to my testicles
Now our long-lost prophet is a vegetable
Deviod of love and its surrounding chemicals
The streets are 1984, patrolled by sentinels
The conspiracy theorists ponder hypotheticals
Nature's so hypocritical and adversity is identical
We're all just students in the University
Move like robots, punctuate our sentences, perfectly
There's something in the water they're serving me
At last I pass out, I woke up in surgery
Drugged with Morphine to drown sharp, burning pains
The caged bird sings but it's a hurt refrain
Play us a groovy solo, go work the strings
WhileI wax poetic on my colorful assortment of things
Love the feeling it brings, the unkempt symmetry
Fills me up even when its mindless & gimmicky
These will be the assassins tha tfinish me off
Where's the Pink Panthers, who hid my Zoloft?
Don't scream, don't breathe, don't cough
Think the Machines are doing a role-call
Flipped a table, threatened the parole board.

How'd I land in this dream, next to you
Surprised that the dreamcatcher let me through
The subterrestrials grew mile long tentacles
One attached to my brain, another to my testicles
Now our long-lost prophet is a vegetable
Deviod of love and its surrounding chemicals

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