Gil, Gil man, you there?
Whitey done fall off the moon, man. Fall off the moon.
The Great White Shark, he tearin up the streets man, he eatin all the food.
Whitey done fall off the moon.
This shit is televised,
Talkin heads exploding all over the place, hysteria running wild with the wisteria,
So bad AOC done drowned her personal pronouns, bad man, bad. Just bad.
Little Rubio from Cubio is all upside down, turned around, the whole world, man, what the fuck?
GIl, Gil man, you there?
All the old poets moved to Texas, they almost out of words, sounds of silence reign as the great white eatin all the food,
Drumin in South Africa, Drumin in West Africa, Drumin in Brazil, drumin in Big Easy covered in water, man, covered in water.
Sounds of Silence, the natives gone quiet.
Brain worm man gots the health, gots the health.
Doctors say brain worm, man, but that dude was a spirochete and that ain’t no parakeet.
Great White infected too, but too busy eatin all the food to know.
Brain rotten, all others forgotten.
TACO don’t dig no low life’s calling out names
Bomb the fucks away
See ya later man. This shit is all televised Gil. We all smilin now man whitey done fall off the moon.
Thanks for the blast from the past and thank you Robert and Gil. As long as collectively we remain on the Mobius strip of reality, it is unlikely even a teeny tiny step (let alone a quantum leap ) can be accomplished. We're continuing to watch all the reruns, until someone just turns it off completely.
When will we ever learn? Will we ever learn?