The spatial gap between our ears
Where emptiness abounds
Seems so woefully to be
Our sacred wandering grounds
We find no time to affix our thoughts
On the common or mundane
For this is just our stomping ground
Where we play our game
To find solace from the hectic world
We so steadfastly meander through
To play hide and seek with our past
As the psychics do
We hold no special powers
To which that we can acclaim
accept for swallowing all the sh*t
Our leaders have proclaimed
While I am on a rant like this
Proclaiming it so unjust
Reading through a tax pamphlet
From last year covered in dust
My astonishment seeks to fill the gap
Between my ears at last
With all the news of a new tax
They are putting on my ass
