Optical Illusion Oasis
People sitting under the great Canadian fright
drinking heavily in the village of neon light
pretensions of affairs being outtasight
really nothing more than a heard of uptight
matters really aren’t all right
Such a pathetic sight
it’s strongest on a Saturday night
people with nothing to do
except play acting cool fools
floundering in the human cesspool
Death should be superior
come join me now or tomorrow
for you’re already dead
what really can you ever do in life
I tell you that you are needless and superfluous
like the pieces of gum
the black suited monsters
crush without pity on their way to paper colonies
refusing to hear the cries of the crushed innocent
come join me in the land of the insane
where every day does not end like some futile game
soulless butchered minds craving dead maggots
that’s what we are
no schools of respectability
only dens of perverse sadistic crazed nobility
souls of the living cry to join us
yes I’m Lucifer but which hell is better
yours or mine
you may find out in due course of time
Robert K. Stephen
