It's just about midnight, and my neighbor is beating on his walls again. Well, it's Saturday night, And he's been out partying. I'm trying to come down reading Plath, And he's all amped up. He's gonna hurt something tonight, I've never heard him hit so hard. But this keeps me going, And I wonder if I could ever live an ordinary life. I know the answer is, That I'd go crazy. Across the sea there are bombs piled up, Piled up in the ocean waiting to strike. And I ask myself, Do we dodge that bullet again? Do we stop that psychotic cycle this time. Plath speaks of war. The floor shakes like thunder As my nieghbor hits his wall again. Mingus screams out of my speakers, Don't drop that atomic bomb on me. She just sits there reading Bukowski, Peace in chaos.
Reason for writing:
I was sitting in my apartment with my girlfriend Pam and it was around the time of the last war we had with Iraq. War just makes me feel uneasy in general.
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