Omen

Something about the world today
Make a boy feel a bit insane
From daffodils to acid rain
To antichrist on a tidal wave
But that’s all right, that’s okay
I can look the other way
Upon a path of old primrose
Beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome
And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome
There lies a place I might call home
With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones
I’ll dig a pit and lay my bones