Michael McGuire If I Were Me
in the midst of all these maybe's i found the
never,somewhere has a border but nowhere goes on forever,and
i am the messenger from this address,caught in a different
kind of bind an organized mess,acceptance is for those who
find something acceptable,it's so contemptuous the things we
call respectable
*if i were me,i'd bind myself with the burden of the
free,break loose of this soap opera slavery,let the river
back into the sea,if i were me
it's hard to enjoy the world you have when all you do is
dream of a better one,but i just like to look at the bullet
i don't even own a gun,when we can all call each other
customer then it will be a perfect world,when the white flag
of surrender is unfurled,then the evil empire can drop it's
disguise,and big business man will be know as the master of
lies
*if i were me,i'd crack the code of this misery,let the
mirror glean what we refuse to see,shine a light in the bed
of democracy,if i were me
and they know how to turn the truth into a laughing
stock,just some petty paranoiac trying to manufacture solid
rock,and it's colder than we could ever know that black hole
of greed,toss a scrap to the needy just enough to raise the
debt and the need
*if i were me,i'd live off the crumbs of reality,make the
judge pay the legal fee,forget how to live and just learn to
be
and so i struggle,like all,thru a world that is a mirror of
the worst in us,thru separate paths in our mutual misery,the
soul stopping boredom of fruitless labor,stock market
suicides,king of the heap,ant of the dung hill,we all sale
ourselves the latest version of reality,and sale each other
the latest escape from it,all thinking that the machine will
run faultless,if we each assume our proper duty,all embalmed
with the liquid gold parasite of the american dream,placated
with the vision that with a little hard work you can get
somewhere,when nowhere,and how to get there,is all so clear
you just stay right here.
