Martians, come soon
Earth shattering kaboom
And will not block my view again
Safe to assume
The rabbit meets his doom
Unless he gets away again
I don’t want to be the one
That always has to lose
’cause I’m always left behind
Dejected and confused
A spear and magic helmet can’t –
Assault with shaving cream.
What else must I investigate
So I fulfill my dream?
I don’t care much for rabbit stew
I bet it tastes alright
But I’m
Killing the Rabbit
I’m Killing the Rabbit
Tonight
I’m not quite sure –
Locked in an oven door
I try to catch my breath again
Cops at the door,
“You might, rabbit, you might”
A match ignites the gas again.
I don’t want to be the one
That always has to lose
’cause I’m always left behind
Dejected and confused
A spear and magic helmet can’t –
Assault with shaving cream.
What else must I investigate
So I fulfill my dream?
I don’t care much for rabbit stew
I bet it tastes alright
But I’m
Killing the Rabbit
I’m Killing the Rabbit
Tonight
I’ll paint the tunnel walls
And drop a ten ton vault
Say “shoot me now” again
Not get shot in the end
I don’t know what I’m fighting for
And if it’s all a dream
But this here ain’t Yosemite
Ain’t rootin’ tootin’ mean.
I don’t know how it got this way,
The varmint has to die
So I’m killing the rabbit
I’m killing the rabbit
I’m kiwwing the wabbit
Tonight
I could not be a marketeer — so self-assured and focused on
believing a lie spun two moments ago from a cheap concoction
of ego and pride and determination to defraud.
So determined to manipulate, a diplomatic deception artist
armed with sticks and carrots, blackmail,
buttons best left unpressed,
salt for wounds otherwise left undressed,
for what? For nothing more than gain.
Some ruse pretending to ease a concealed pain,
befriending publicly, betraying privately,
a happy parasite, a bastard prick,
annoying tick who thinks he owns the entire dog.
A subtle case of assault and battery
with words of praise and flattery so shallow
but surprisingly effective. Springing for
a caffeine bribe and a side of empty promises
complete with appeals to greed and pretty rainbows,
just buying time and drawing nearer.
Drew a dagger in the process right along with
the occasional lip service and subliminal messages
to turn one’s back for a more convenient stabbing –
the ever-friendly marketeering grifter thief,
the quintessential money-worshipping scumbag idiot
ego circle-jerking ringleader mastermind expert on
being sincerely insincere. I could not be a marketeer.