Omen

Something about the world today makes a boy feel a bit insane

From daffodils to acid rain to antichrist on a tidal wave

But that’s all right, that’s okay, I can look the other way

Upon a path of old primrose, beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome

And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome

There lies a place I might call home

With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones

I’ll dig a pit and lay my bones