The Mind of a space monkey

Eat your acid, take a breath,

Smoke that shit and take the crack!

Fill your lungs with gasoline,

This is it, you’re now ready,

You contract, react, so erect,

Give yourself just one more load,

So you can take it all night long,

The bass is roaring, the tom drum rocks,

You are floating, you are fucked!

Your pulse is screaming, your ears collapse,

Your brain stops functioning, you disconnect.

Step one you take the first single pill,

Step two is the one which makes you feel,

The third one makes you take some more,

On the fourth one you are already sore,

From now on you need it twenty-four,

By this time you’re already dead,

Take the pill, go ahead!

Ticking clocks and spending time,

On building blocks of scheduled life,

And by the age of twenty one,

We loose the sense of our own mind,

Responsible and precautious craving,

Pills and money, making babies,

Righteous living, saying “maybe”,

Churches, presidents, take the lead!

I need a happy life to live.

*

Take me home and bring me T.V.,

One thousand channels, I am pleased,

Deliver me sanity! Give me idols and belief,

I need that car in order to be relieved.

I need to see that shirt on me!

Give me porn and alcohol,

It will enlighten my entire soul.

Now the new disease is killing me,

Hope will come with the insurance policy.

*

Thank you god that I have this life,

Don’t have to lead an unhappy life,

Poor and homeless, not in the jungle,

Wild animals and hunting, that’s not my style.

I need my smoothie and my diet coke,

I know, this way, that I do exist,

Me, I believe in medi[idiocy!]ocrity.

Moonlight, dark haze, shining light,

How come you are tonight so bright?

Are you there to mesmerize the nightly creatures,

Moths and spirits, wolves and demons?

Will you come lift up the souls,

Which haunt old mansions, graves and bones?

You are the friend I want to reach,

Every night, when I fall asleep.

Now and then I feel much closer,

To your silence, wisdom, endless power,

Although I know, even by this hour,

That you are dust, a simple thing,

Speechless, dead, a soulless being,

And still you’re god to me, endless meaning.

( Painting by Ruxandra Popescu )