If I was of the greatest generation I’d be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this
I’d be screaming at my grandkids: “We already did this”
Be suspicious of simple answers
That shit’s for fascists and maybe teenagers
You can’t fix the world if all you have is a hammer

The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside it’s 1933 so I’m hitting the bar
But I don’t know what’s going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isn’t one that makes me feel warm
Don’t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn


Posted on June 6, 2018, in JeffreyW. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on D-Day.

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