19 August 2012
Well, here we all are in Lunatic City! Domes and spires, isn’t it pretty? Everybody here likes to make believe we should all give thanks for being deceived. With your nose in the air and your head underground, make a big fuss moving paper around. Pretend like crazy that you’re in control. Find a good slogan and you’re ready to roll. You don’t ever need to get anything done, ‘cause running a country is barrels of fun.
With so many lunatics roaming the street, you never can tell just who you might meet. You might meet the President, or the Pope. All over this town there’s nothing but dopes! Old men dreaming of imperial Rome, strutting baboons too far from home, Big time pushers selling rockets and guns, good old boys having shoot’em up fun. You can’t stop the silly things that they do, but they take all the money they want from you!
The lunatics think they keep everyone fooled, laughing and lying and writing up rules, Making long speeches, going on parade, but everyone sees right through the charade. They buy all of their votes, using our money, and forget their jobs. Isn’t it funny? All they ever get built behind closed doors are egos the size of Mt Rushmore. The whole damn world plays along with the game, ‘cause everywhere else they’re doing the same.
Lunatic City • Opuss № I