What we need now is action, not words.
We can do it now, there's no excuse
for not doing it, and screaming bloody murder
the whole time, for 9/11 and Iraq, Afghanistan
and tearing up our Constitution, turning soldiers
into torturers, our country into a police state.
I saw War of the Worlds last night on TV.
It reminded me of 9/11, which I also saw on TV
and thought if it really happened the way they said it did
not boom boom boom boom boom
the way the firemen said, who after all were there
and as the pictures clearly show, even on TV
if you see with your eyes and not your ears
attuned only to Big Brother's lies and
outrageouser conspiracy theories
of 19 Arabs with box cutters "pulling" buildings
even without planes, in the case of Building 7.
Controlled Demolition, Inc. couldn't have done it better
if they didn't, though they did
collect the evidence and ship it off to China,
a federal offense, committed by the feds themselves,
and the same company they paid to sanitize
the federal building in Oklahoma City.
Oh but how could it have been an inside job
with the president's own brother Marvin
and cousin Wirt in charge of security?
How could Osama have walked in and planted all those bombs
without them noticing? Impossible.
Tom Cruise saved his daughter in the movie
and the humans won, but will we?
Where are the streets filled with people,
a million men refusing to pay taxes
for which there is no law, or to accept
computerized voting machines that leave no trace,
the rule of aliens that suck our blood in wars for oil
and lie right in our faces, not caring any more
whether we believe them or not, as long as we do not
march in the streets, but only in combat boots
to their tune of "Sucker, give me your last dime
and your arms and legs as well, for nothing, for
that's what you are, while I and my beloved ass
and class of extraterrestrials take what is ours,
including you shitheads, fit only to clean our toilets
and maybe do research, if you behave yourself
so you can discover ways to make me live longer
and kill you quicker, without you even knowing it
you stupid fucks. That's the way it is
and always was and will be, now and forever,
on earth as it is in heaven, amen. Fuck you."
"Get out of my face or you're toast.
I'll have you for breakfast, chump.
Cry me a river. Watch me laugh
as your ass burns. Get the picture?
Now forget it and get back to work.
I've got things to do, and you're going to do them for me.
Be happy you're a part of it all.
We're going places, you and me.
The sky's the limit, you'll make it, pull it
up by your bootsraps, rags to riches.
Go for it, bitches. Who's your daddy?
Suck it high, suck it low, oh, oh, oh, you look so fine
when you're getting fucked."
"Ipse dixit, dickhead, dipshit, now hear this.
This is not a war of extermination,
like Tim Robbins said in the movie.
It's a class war. You're either with us or against us,
Wanna hear a goat story? Jeder Widerstand ist zwecklos.
Jedem das Seine."
But wait a minute. Is this Buchenwald
or Theresienstadt? Maybe we can use the ruse
to our advantage. Impeach them while we can,
get better jailors in, teach them to fear us, just a little,
so that, with time, we get it back
when they know, that is, we know
they can only go so far. Give them time to think
of what they're losing when they shoot us. Why,
we can sing and dance for them, invent computers,
spin on our heads like tops on street corners.
Even extraterrestrials must know that talent trickles up,
not down, despite their wishful thinking
to be beautiful, the one thing
they can never be.