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