Microwave Mama
Activate autopilot life
Push some buttons begin the day
Lunch is packed, the kids in a box
The State Sitter is on its way
Just heat and eat the coldness
Just add water for frozen tears
Mixed feelings, packaged memories
A dash of light for leftover years
Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!
We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away
Microwaved Manna from Heaven
Just to get back what is dew
A mustard seed bathed in leaven
And bred for a starving few
Scrubbed the kids with your soapbox
With abrasive brush they shine on you
Foam out your mouth, a rapid rebuke
But what else could you do?
Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!
We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away
Fly with disguise of freedom
Through the airs of gladness
In the midst of mainstream winds
The friendly guise of madness
Microwave Mama, do you know my plea?
From your room monitor, can you hear me?
And feel my pain, from closed circuit TV?
Saved by the bell; depress, release,
…and set me free!
We live for the future, wasting the day
We live for the future, wasting away
Remembering a day when you would see
The beauty of the sea a tree and waves of green
The fields of dreams exchanged for the reality
Of hopes of scenes from screen to shining screen…
© 2004 J. “Radiate Love Not Food” Marshall (August 9, 2004 @ 5:45 AM)