Response to the bizarre individual who for no reason chopped off a mans head on a Greyhound bus ride.

Every day, I turn on the lamp

Off and on all day.

Bombarded with blood,

new diseases and heads being chopped off.

Body devouring drugs ,

Uncurable death in world love

As it falls apart and breaks to pieces.

Where can I get off of this mad bus ?

Can’t even trust my mind to Jesus.

Every day, I turn off the lamp.

Off and on all day,

Symptoms of depression,

Flooding in through pharmacuetical ads.

So many flaws

They know we all have them

Change the bulb again.

Every day, I open the door

Off and on all day.

I study, and I wonder.

Not a whole hell of a lot to say,

For the news has left me speechless.

I blink.

My eyes spin inside of my head,

Replaying all the things that defeat us.

A world as one with the living dead,

chewing on stale 3 day old pizza.

Side effects are what we are.

Keep us medicated.

Keep us sane.

Off and on all day.

Every day,

New diagnosis of old prognosis

Always reminding us

We may be broken

Entertain us

Give us gizmos

Give us everything

For the toy box holds

Never enough.

Flip it

Turn it over

Looking

For Another unfindable buck.

Every day, I close the door

Off and on all day,

Symptoms of depression,

Flooding in through another’s commercail gains.

So many flaws

And nightmares

Johny.

He never looks the same

Whispering shadow people

Living in a meth dream

He Can’t bare to live

He’s not allowed to die.

Ridicule him for his hunger?

Kill another, kill the anger

As Some other guy hates more

than Greyhound bus rides.

He made the news today.

Everyday,

All day.

I turn out the light.

My mind spins to the world outside.

Why does anyone here

Survive?

Invisible men tap dance in the sky

Bearing giant crosses

to save us from ourselves

But also call to kill us.

Give us lies.

Give us lies.

Everyday,

Politicians weave a more clever haze,

A fog so thick,

We believe it!

Every day.

I turn on the lamp,

Off and on all day.

Bombarded with blood,

New diseases and heads being chopped off.

Body devouring drugs ,

Uncurable death in world love

As it falls apart and breaks to pieces.

Where can I get off of this mad bus ?

Can’t even trust my mind to Jesus.

Robert Storm, C . 2008