Someday when the sun rains on us
And people pull out umbrellas to stop the droplets
And others open their mouths wide to taste it
We will wake up as the day breaks
Cause it was made cheap in China
And mourn for it
And shop on Ebay for a new one
And send somebody to sweep up the pieces
And someone else will make a telephone call
To Walmart to have a new day built
And put on layaway
Till it can be put in its proper place
And the sweatshop workers will
Bring out needles and thread
And exacto knives and pliers and wonder
Where to begin
And signs will wave in the street
Demanding that the fragments
Be reduced, reused, and recycled
While garbage trucks compress them
And toss them in a landfill
To flicker dejectedly.
In the White House the phone is ringing
And a war is being plotted
And oil rigs built in factories
And laws signed to take money from the poor
And someone gets on the radio to say
That the day will be back in the sky
Quite soon
Really any minute now
Just about the time democracy is spread world wide
And peace is brought about via war
Which we have almost achieved
Nearly anyway
Relatively speaking
Give or take a few years
Or maybe decades
Perhaps centuries
Or maybe we don't want to admit
That we
Just don't know
And were wrong to begin with
And it won't happen again.
We send our deepest condolences
And hope you don't notice
They were signed by an autopen.