Clone Wars

Thousands swarm around me,

All with the same expression,

All with the same clothes,

All with the same hair.

 

They all start to look the same.

 

I wonder to myself if they have the same thoughts,

I look from one to the other,

To the next

And the one after that

 

Do they even think?

 

I’m called weird,

Because I stand out

Freak,

Because I am different

 

If difference is evil,

Then I am hell spawn

And that’s all I’d want to be

 

Orthodoxy is unconsciousness,

Isn’t that the truth?

They think the same,

Look the same,

Sound the same

 

My God I’m surrounded.

 

So let me fight my way through,

Using vocabulary,

And a different hair-do

 

No I don’t care,

Who’s pregnant next?

Which vampire bit whom?

Why do you?

 

Because it is cool,

Because it is in.

The latest fads,

Even give time a spin

 

Look, see, doesn’t she look great?

I think I’ve got a picture of my grandmother wearing that,

In 1958.

 

Everything’s a cycle,

And the cycle’s on ‘spin’

If someone doesn’t do something soon,

Orthodoxy will win