NOBODY writes about "dead man's eyes" like you do! And nobody can make this tirade sound half as artsy! I can't describe how much I love this poem. I'm just going to read it again a few times and bask in the glow.

Troubadour, you mentioned H.G.G. I love you now.

"Sheep that always stay in line, told who to fuck and where to dine." DAMN! You made me jump out of my chair and pump my fist in the air like I'd just scored a touchdown! This poem is every bit as good as 'Wake the F$@! Up' and you probably knew it the moment you gave birth to it! There is so damn much that human beings don't even notice. We're all asleep, dreaming in our cities, watching colorful commercials that tell us the secret to happiness is to buy more shiny crap and take it home. Meanwhile the planet dies around us and the Body of Christ turns out to be a stinking pile of rotted meat and the Virgin Mary is turning tricks down on Eighth and Main and all the old gods have gone down into darkness and no one even remembers their names anymore. The grass is dying, the trees are dying, we pick apart the screaming nerve centers of out fellow animals and then sit back, streaked with gore and robotic in our ignorance, and read the latest copy of 'People' and lament quietly about how fat Jessica Simpson is getting. FUCK!

Who says dragons aren't real? Haven't seen any for a while. Haven't seen any wild snow mongoose or dodo birds either. I'll bet you believe in faries too. Nothing to be ashamed of there. So do I. What you should be ashamed of is your fashion sense and your creepy hairstyle. Pervert.

The most evolved creatures on this planet are the dolphins. Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy clearly states that and it is my gospel. It's a good gospel to have, and is just as valid as any other Holy Text. I even plan to swear on it if called into court to testify. I carry a copy in my purse at all times just in case last rites need to be administered.