Maybe I should have brought flowers

A long line

Been waiting now here for hours

To meet with our lord and masters

Maybe I should have brought them some flowers

Or a terrorist or three?

Here with a folder containing my life

With all details of my assets

With some fudging here and there too

I am waiting in line here to

get out from here

To get in there

O great promised land

With your towers of power

With Archie and Betty

With blonde buxom vixens

How I long for thee

I want to come over there

And drive your yellow cars

Work in fast food joints while

Dreaming of stars

I will clean your floors

I will hold open your doors

Just let me in

Won’t you please let me in

To the Promised Land

Here I stand

With my world in your hands

For you

To review

Please let me in

Don’t look too deep

My pretense won’t keep

If you let me in

I promise to serve

You harder than you deserve

With my immense reserve

Of Self loathing

I am sure I will be a better human being

If I get in there

(Just don’t ask me why I cannot do it over here)