I'm Gonna' Pack My Things And Go~ Get Aboard A UFO

Just what color is this imitated reality?

Red, orange, blue or cimeron green?

I’m mad at our tumbling Creation

All my beliefs scattered amongst Boogie Woogie frills

Where life has lost it's true meaning of love and stuff

The press always checking all the junk

over on Rodeo Boulevard in Follywood

They've surrounded themselves by walls,

as their atrocious lies continue

Who cares anyway about that entire 'drama mama' junk?

 

After reading all the news I need a blanket to rest on

all the pettiness, the selfishness, the gluttony

It's like watching actors wear pistachio, green facades

with all the crimes of greed and collateral damage

They're raping our World, our place, our space

We're supposed to spread peace, not make war

 

I ponder at all the unpleasant angles

as the housing market collapses

What can Government say?

They've falsely silenced themselves

in this heartless time, 

giving us counterfeit unacceptable answers               

Religious bullies who're plowing through

these difficult days, like snakes under the grass

making false promises and prodigious visions

Performing false miracles

Me myself...

I’m walking out on words without meaning

Detaching myself from soothsayers and liars

I won't buy into their deceptions

If I do, it’s crying’ time for me

Who’s the owner of these crimes

these lousy interactions with Wall Street?

All the fiendish perceptions and misconceptions...

all this nefarious chaos

Makes a person want to pack their things

and fly to another planet

 

I'm tired of slaying dragons, aren't you

looking for Merlin walking the street

to perform some magic?      

Is everyone full of crap, bound to self-seeking?

I, quite literally want to shake up

all these pretenders of our world

Our future cries “What’s up with all this stuff”?

Haven’t we had enough of this madness?

Big corporations at the center of the world

all their destruction and false meanderings

Something's really wrong with this picture!

When will it all fall into place? 

What’s the answer to all this corruption?

Is the devil himself the myth maker

selling us his two bit facade

Well...it's time we stop falling for the charade    

 

Reality is a gatekeeper crossing over

it's a shoplifter taking our hope

as we, all god's children...

simply stand by and watch

Let's all get together and kick some a*s  

Whadda' ya' say?

I'm done with the wars of our forefathers...

Then and now

Done with the state of this burgundy world

covered in our soldiers blood

We need to stop…
pitting ourselves against the Universe

 

I think I’m just gonna’ pack my things and go

I'll get aboard a UFO,

try to find some meaning in a brand, new world.

Be like Columbus and chart new territory,

Give em' all my final farewell

Wanna' come along?

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LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

C/R. 2 011

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Reviews

[KAREN]

Very nice! I'll catch that ride up to a new world called heaven, bet place of all. Your poem has a great message!

[grayhaven]

Woo-Hoo!!! You tell them girl and save me a seat!!! = )
You did a really good job on this one.