Teaching (the little bastards to smoke)

by Raymond Keen

Teaching (the little bastards to smoke)
In the rain
Without parachutes.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

What you see,
What we are,
Painted faces in the animal kingdom.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

More and more people
Walk around in jogging suits.
Is this good for our Democracy?
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

Your old church,
Which is sitting on shit,
Spreads our money all over the floor.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

You stick it in her,
“The old in-out, in-out,”
And we call that love.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

According to science,
Mind is brain,
Eyes are meat.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

Why did we do it?
We did it for the money.
It was the money.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

We must continue
With professional commitments,
While working toward our doctorates.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

You look better in the sun
While riding your silver bicycle.
We can’t even remember your name.
Don’t look down,
Since there is no afterlife.

Where can we go
To be someone else,
If beauty doesn’t matter?
And beauty doesn’t matter,
Since there is no afterlife.