The Rum Glum 1990's
I'd rather be dead than alive
In the rum, glum 1990's.
I'd rather be stoned by the river,
While the spring breeze kisses my cheek,
Than deal with all the hum, drum
Complexities that bore me so.
I'd rather be set adrift,
To spend all eternity as a deck-hand
Upon a flying phantom ship,
Than be beleaguered in the effort-
Dishevelled in the effort-
Trying to stay alive-
In the rum, glum 1990's.
Nothing is worth doing
In this damnable decade:
This dull, droning, cutting edge
Of a loathsome technological age,
Devoid of romance and sympathy;
Just an advancing chaotic
Maelstrom of stupidity,
That disenchants me to
The very core of my being.
