Neon Dust

The photographs of the heroes
Are stamped with Jesus saves
The baton-twirling princess from Idaho
Is waterskiing over the graves

Casual sex
Exchanged for a Rolex
Will brighten up your life
But the real crown jewel
Goes to whichever fool
Has got the sharpest knife

Crazy folks is in the street
They got no place to go
Zombied-out aristocrats
But you don’t know what they know

The neon dust is falling
On the Ghost of Christmas Past
If you know the way
To San Jose
We’d better get there fast

Buy a ticket to the panty raid
My friend it looks like you been played
Pedophile priests on a shopping spree
Welcome to the 21st century

Suzy was a derelict
Before she learned to cope
She buried the ghost of her teddy bear
In the Cemetery of Hope

I heard you got a spin-doctor
There’s no way you can lose
You sold your brother for a silver dollar
And your sister for a pair of shoes

Is God a word that silence speaks
To keep from going insane
Or the laughter of the prisoners
Who are waiting for the train

The phantoms of futility
Are knocking at your door
A still small voice is whispering
I can’t take it anymore

Is it true that all roads lead to Rome
You better take your trick ass home
Pedophile priests on a spending spree
Welcome to the 21st century

Big Edna with her shopping cart
She tries her best to fake it
She’s so aware of her pubic hair
Who knows if she can make it

Closet queens and in betweens
Doberman pincer with a fourteen incher

You read it in the papers
This world is in a mess
We’re cruising down the corridors
Of senseless uselessness

Oceans boil and icecaps melt
Was that an orgasm I felt

There wasn’t no Ten Commandments
When Onan spilled his seed
Just endless Fifth Amendments
Of circumstantial greed

Richie’s life is a constant round
Of chardonnay and roses
He gets to pick the winners
While we fucking pick our noses

You nurse your fears
You grind the gears
You talk about abortion
Is life a phase
You count the days
You measure out your portion

Candy soldiers with melted guns
Colored girls have all the fun
Pedophile priests on your TV
Welcome to the 21st century

Rumors flyin
Babies cryin
Young girls sighin
Soldiers dyin
Politicians lyin
We’re complyin
Buyers buyin
Gay guys guyin
Mom and grandma
Apple pie-in

Showgirls showin
Lawnmowers mowin
Pizzas throwin
Rivers flowin
Winds a blowin
Hey I’m goin

© Donald O’Donovan 2010

Books by Donald O'Donovan
The Sugarhouse
Night Train