HEY, JAMES DEAN
WITH A POCKET FULL OF PUZZLES
AND A HEAD TWISTED SERPENTINE
HE PROBABLY LET OUT A LAUGH
AS HE WENT TO HIS FIERY CRASH
IT SHOULD GIVE ONE A PAUSE
CAN A REBEL TRULY HAVE NO CAUSE?
THE LIZARD KING
HE KISSED THE RING
SO CAME THE DEMONIC SPAWN
OF THE ADMIRAL MORRISON
BUT SUCH HISTORY FORGOTTEN
IN THE MUDDY GULF OF TONKIN
PLASTIC TREES
AND CARDBOARD SCENES
UPON A MANAGED STAGE
THE DIRECTOR FALSELY WAVES HIS FLAG
BEHIND, THERE IS A WALL
ACTORS WAITING FOR THEIR CALL
ATOMIC BOMBS AND ASTRONAUTS
AND OTHER SORDID PLOTS
STINKING, SORDID PLOTS
OUT THERE ON THE LOT
HAZY SCENES
AND HIPPIE DREAMS
BURIED IN THE HAZE
HIDDEN IN THE MAZE
ANY HOPES THAT WERE LEFT STANDING
BECAME THE FACE OF MANSON
FOR, VIRTUE MOSTLY WALKS ALONE
AND TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
ALONE THERE IN THE CANYON
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION