If superman had a superbrain,
he'd take one good look at us
and leave;
fly right off into space like a shot!
He'd drop us like potatos that are way too hot.
And if the pope really had the ear of God,
he'd know we are not worth it;
not worth a thing, not even a wad of spit-
else, why hasn't he come back to say,
"It'll really be ok, y'all...I was just
pissed," instead of streaking like
a runaway train off into the distance?
Ghandi would throw up today, to see
what gains his long fight won;
he'd get angry, I think,
to see what little good it's done.
Any real man gets depressed,
and more than just a little stressed,
if he thinks about the state we're in;
that's why some of them,
maybe, just maybe,
go all *off*,
grab grenades,
and pull the pin.