Man on the moon

(The following poem inspired by the song “Man on the Moon” by R.E.M., link below)

Concrete pulverized, the terrible mess,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
The Ambassador, the polkadot dress,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Witnesses ignored or ended up dead,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Dare repeat the truth that they once said?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Magic bullets from a lonesome gun,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oklahoma are we nearly done?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

If you believe
We put a man on the moon,
Man on the moon,
If you believe
There’s nothing up their sleeve,
Then nothing is cool.

Watching charades accelerate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Full demanding that we legislate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ever tighten our security state,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
We the people, we’re the ones they hate,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s play truth, let’s play dare,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Exposing each lie, they do declare.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now Sandy did you hear about this one?
Boston are you locked down for lunch?
Isis are you dating your brother? Osirus,
Are we losing touch?

If you believe
We put a man on the moon,
Man on the moon,
If you believe
There’s nothing up their sleeve,
Then nothing is cool.