After all,

The world we live in

Is besides the point.

Hook up,

Smoke a joint.

In this altered state

Of consciousness,

We can witness beauty

Or even flirt

With a passing cutie.

Unfortunately,

The world as it is–

Well, it is rather ugly.

For example,

Passing vehicles give me

A pain in the neck.

There’s a hole in the ozone layer

And my brain(?)

Feels like it is getting fried

Like an egg on a sauce pan.

Somebody, 

Please switch on the exhaust fan.

Man,

There used to be a time

When a guy had few worries.

Now,

Jobs are marching out of line

Left and right,

Right and left,

The social contract is dead.

Enough said.

Going to school used to be

Like a Christmas party.

Now, there’s a smoking gun

Lurking in the gym or hall

Heck, even in the classroom

You can take a fall.

Be careful, you all.

I’m not kidding,

This ain’t no joke,

Your home-room teacher

Can be loaded on Coke.

The gym teacher looks

Like he’s way out of shape

The chemistry lab

Is wrapped up in red tape.

That CEO you aspired to be

Swam with the sharks

And hunted with the hounds

Stole your pounds and left town.

Your girlfriend, as it turned out,

Had been around the block

A few times and more

Save for you,

Every guy in town scored.

Whatever happend to the good old days?

Now, it’s not just our politicians who lie

About this and that

These days, it seems,

Everybody wears multiple hats.

Everybody wants to be a doctor

To earn brownie points

And move up the social ladder

I consider myself lucky

Just to be able to, well,

Relieve my bladder.

In the meantime,

Your clients rip you off,

And your wife finds a new lover,

Oh, brother.

The banks are tanking

And your pension is gone

You’re getting old

And this is our swan song.