Every time I settle in to catch a
Glimpse of the evening news or
Crack the spine of a magazine or
Open up the black on white,
I get the sinking feeling and
It’s much to my chagrin that
All good has gone out of life
And logic is on holiday.
Tell me, who’s to blame for this sad state?
Who is responsible?
Why can’t things be like they were?
The way that we remember from
Our golden days of innocence.
Things keep changing,
Common sense as foreign as an
Alien from Jupiter.
Who’s to blame?
We could blast the politicians for
Not reflecting moralistic views,
Worry where they’re leading us until
We lose our hair.
But when it comes to nuts and blots
We must accept the blame.
We’re the ones who let it happen.
We’re the ones who put them there.
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