Tomorrow won’t be the same

Alas! Our days with a drum
When we stuffed our hope in our cum
We have seen it awaken
It is nothing we hoped it’d become

The future is bright but there is a switch
and a mad man as its guard
and a generation bewitched
and a baby in a cart.
As the calendar walked past, it whispered
an old future song no one could discern
a song that begged that we die now
for the mad man is raging up ahead
in the dark room we drew maps to
in the lands we saved for
in the cum we hoped in, hoped for.
But the mad man is here now
with the switch in his hand
and a will to sell it for as much sanity he can get.

Alas! Our days with a drum
When we stuffed our hope in our cum
We have seen it awaken
It is nothing we hoped it’d become

LARDO