You hurt my feelings from afar
With careless rueful mocking sneer
In little brother corky’s car
You feed on nervousness and fear

In endless torture I forbear

To turn again the other cheek
Desire the pain that is not there
And I so mildly meek

Of folly science and experts wreak
Such havok on the human kind
If data misses they just tweak
And prey upon the fear of mind

Such is the twisted dynasty

That sells us fear and dread
That’s strips away  all dignity
And kills us in our bed

One day many years from now
In a place so far  away
You’ll say ‘he knew’ but God knows how
Wish he was here today

So no more meanness from afar
To one so meek and true
Some day in someone else’s car
Some cunts will be mean to you.

July 2014