MEMO FROM THE BIG G
Dear Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot crowd:
Your tin-foil hats are melting
My glaciers
And dripping down your
Collective Consciousness
Raising hell with my hosts
You're mucking around in the mud
And I'm thinking about breaking my promise
To Noah
And bringing about a flood
A Hallelujah-type event that only
Four people will survive …
Malala and Greta, for sure; I'm still trying to decide on
The other two
Sincerely,
God (malevolent)
— by Lewis Saul
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SYSTEMS
of
a
down
All about hierarchy
up down and all around
If we all just took a minute
or two
or sixty
to breathe
to get out of our heads and into our bodies
We would be healthier!
Pandemic free perhaps
Coincidence or puppetry
are as real as the
systems we made up
We need to break free
From the chains of duality
— Rachel Saul (my daughter)
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Scrollin'
Swipe 'n scroll
It used to be rock 'n roll
Scrolls of sacred text
Trolls of each sex
Silently doing their bidding
God forbid we show our face
This anonymous world
Ever connected
Severed from reality
The forces in life
Media and the like
Manipulating us for themselves
Man, what a world
A world against itself
A world lost in mindless scrolls
Empty scrolls
Empty yourself of emptiness
Be full of yourself
Be yourself
And Be
For you
And me
— Jordan Schifino (my son-in-law)