We're trudging through oil-slick seas
Petrol falling from gasoline clouds
That speed off on rainbows
made of alcohol and bingo.
I had a dream the other night:
The disembodied head of a funny haired man
Watched a General Pinochet massacre
Via Google Glass, then laughed.
We're accepting of the dead future
With a fat-faced goon for a head.
Saying, "The golden times will come along."
The golden times are gone.
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