In the ward writers island #9 imagine

I was walking down the street chewing bubble gum

That day I was wearing a red shirt
I really love how that shirt looks with my blonde hair

Sometimes I’m very vain but if I don’t praise myself who will

I often visit the geriatrics in the nursing home hoping I can find my mom

Oh how I loved her, we used to sit and eat manna together talking about the antichrist

How her words resonate in my brain as I see her image

She loved to play board games and she was always quick with a joke

I sometimes wondered was she my natural mother because she was so lovely and healthy

I remember the day she told me about the Brownshirts drinking grape juice

I said to her “Do they smoke opium, too?”
If they drink grape juice they must smoke opium

I would like to go back in a time machine when people were sincere

Just like my mom I am so sorry that she is gone

I have made my fortune in timetables since she left me

I have many interests some untried and others unfounded

I will remain the underdog until the tidal wave comes to take me away