The Man Who Knows Just What Is Going Down
He is twitching
Grinding enamel almost down to fangs
As he observes the passing nocturnal things
And listens for the plot,
Each fragment of alien thought
Is not beyond his sight,
So his eyes don’t blink all night
Uncomfortable until the breaking dawn
Is the man who knows just what is going down.
The children in their children masks
Are calling him to task
For never wanting to play
When he walks through the park each day.
He smells their breath
Stinking, toadlike, greedy and unwashed
Seeking the chance to suckle blood and milk
If he is fool enough to stop and talk
And they know just as he does why he has to run,
It’s a coward that knows just what is going down.
The hiders of small things
Can hide behind the protons of each atom of hydrogen
And jump out when they’re needed most.
They wave at him while pissing battery acid into his oatmeal.
They say “don’t you tell, man, don’t you tell
We gotta make sure that things don’t work too well.
If you treasure your alarm clock, Xanax, Gameboy
You’d better not,
Cause all the badass motherfuckers who run this town
Don’t care if you know just what is going down!”
The president is made of dogfood
And Commodore 64 motherboards.
He points, as he shrieks
(You know he only points and shrieks):
“The earth is declaring war on all of you
Especially the man who knows just what is going down.”
Trembling under a churchpew
Rolling around in his filth
He shrieks (like the president shrieks):
“Christ has come and come and come and gone
I know cause I know just what is going down.”
"You know where I come from?" says each hotdog on the cart 6.
"I'm made of glue and cum and angel farts
I'm harvested in China by Commie hot dog farmers
Who work for Oprah and the Dalai Lama
Combined with mustard, we gave people AIDS
And we're growing legs to march on Heaven's gates
You think that's bad? Well, shit like this abounds!
You should know, you know what's going down."
The purpose of names and faces fade
In the paranoid Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade,
Specifics of who was shot and who survived
All seem to be sloppily contrived.
There are no different items on the news
And there’s plastique in everybody’s shoes.
The bloodflood is here,
We float to see and drown
He warned us
He knew just what was going down.