I hear there’s a secret surgery
To cut all I ate right back out of me
You know it’d finally let me be free
I’d let them dive right in
I hear there’s a secret surgery
To cut all this want right out of me
I could have it all or not have enough
And I couldn’t care less
They could dive right in
It’s eleven
The nightly news says
Nothing good and
Nothing important
Tiny Lives are
often over
Nothing more than
140 characters
Almost nothing now
And headlines no more
Do the screaming
Everyone now
They do the yelling
And even I can’t help
But to dive right in.
I hear there’s a secret surgery
To cut all the sin right out of me
To cut all the hate & cut all the rage
And help me turn away
And so I’d stalk the streets concave
And swallow down
All the spite & the pain
An automated martyr
Filled with surgical light
I’d let you dive right in.
And it’s seven
The morning news says
Nothing good
And nothing important
Tiny Lives are
Just beginning
Still nothing more than
140 characters
We’re almost nothing
But still we’re screaming
Every headline
Does the yelling
No time for subtlety
You know we just can’t help
It’s time to dive right in.
©2015 rob hinkal
