silence

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

last night i had the strangest dream i was a guy named moe being chased through the streets of chicago on a drifting ice floe chased by a jaguar named jerry and a junkman named joe and they were out to get me because i was in the know i was just an innocent bystander who overheard their plans but i had to be silenced i knew the truth about the man o oligarchs in your towers hear my humble plea you are the masters of reality and i am only me or look upon your face i know if you fall from heaven you will only be replaced call off your hounds and tigers your jailers with guns and chains i will crawl into my cardboard box and in silence there remain my cries went all unheeded and they closed upon my trail o where was noah with his ark or jonah with his whale? o where was sinbad the sailor blackbeard, ahab, or captain kidd? they all could have saved me but none of them did i have never been to chicago and my name it is not moe but when they knock upon my door where am i to go?