'My Stupid Song'
(C) 2025 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Singing of times which may seem
— a century ago, in spring
Youth weren't afraid of anything
but darkness, as always has been.
-- A time of laughter, -and playing games
-drinking soda, —and, no one cared
A fun time... throughout the land...
Inner city to agri-hands
...On it went, until Vietnam
and when the Cold War got hot
— hotter tropics — CathOlic Practise...
— Drug wars turned terroristic
...The news — sensationalistic
The rhetoric — it ruined the fun
Now, everyone's used to gloom...
And on the floor, we played with dice,
Not knowing chance was policy—
Now even play is weaponized,
And every dream’s economy.
A time of laughter far away...
No playing games that aren't of war
or survivour farming sims—hay!
...And soda? — um, No thank-you Gramms.
So, where does that leave the fun?
Oh—when is it time to live?
So, huh? Could you please tell me?
Where—Oh, where do the children play?
A time so long ago...
it seems like a dream...
(Oh — so long ago...)
So wake-up to reality.—
— Yeah... my stupid song is
Just another mess-grave melody.
(C) 2025 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved
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