AWDOIHAFTA

AWDOIHAFTA The peace negotiations have come to an end. Allow me to indulge in a footnote before we adjourn A sparkling grape whine, if you will The mediator is  retiring I've had a good run, but it's time to hop ahead Maintaining balance between the boiling blood of my incessantly asinine not so distant ancestors Has driven me into psychological seclusion Game over, no credits, insert two quarters The treaties will burn, Invalid from the start Drawn up without the letter A Hawthorne phobia, perhaps? Cryptic samples of tabloid talk show confessions tossed around at family gatherings Bitter, cruel, laughter to accompany the twisting of the knife The volume level increases as I leave the room I am the epitome of anti-social? True words spoken by a sociopath. This conference seems far from being over The plans have all failed miserably Have we burned them yet? Fuck NAFTA Fuck SISTA And everything else that ends with a TA Just for good metric measure Swallowing the evolutionary conflict of personalities The mirrors behind me could never have guessed The mirrors ahead have been covered Draped in a black sheath that may have been too costly It all seems to fall under the strange death ritual category If there is such a thing There should be This siding, suffering, solitary, systematically self sacrificing safety net Has reached its holding capacity I'm sending the troops home Any glimpse of victory was surely a mirage They're stranded in the desert of communication breakdown May dehydration set in soon! © on May 16 2001 07:05 AM PST   0 • 1