American Stone Henge

Someone took a pipe bomb
And blew up those damn stones.
Good riddance.
I would have done it myself;
In fact, I had plans to do it.
Those same people censor me
Why not blow their garbage philosophy to hell?

I saw some jeeps driving down the road;
About four of them in a row.
Do you know what I saw?
I saw peace.
I saw the modern Horse and Buggy
And since civilization is so spread out
We need something gas powered to get us around.
There was a sort of peace,
As I rolled up the hill, and down it,
Watching the Amazon Employee
Drive to work in an old Corolla.
I then realized they decided
To decommission about a zillion vehicles
In the "Cash for Clunkers"
Program. Meaning... people won't have
Old Corollas to drive to Amazon.
They'll have new, fancy cars,
If a car at all.
And work, of course, will be for the privileged.
Not for everyone...
Instead of work, you'll be at home,
Making your stipend,
And living off the roach feces
And ant colonies in the spring.

I realized, they censor me.
Why not blow their little plan to hell?
I'd like to see them strung up by their big toes
And whacked like pinatas.
I hope Elon Musk makes a rocket ship
And they all just, blast away,
If they find our little blue sphere a bother.
And on they go, like that Steve Miller Song,
And the world will be rid of a couple of griping
Old billionaire fools, who did nothing good anyway.
Since they like Ayn Rand so much,
John Galt can go to Mars for all I care.
The rest of us will fare without them.
Without their dumb laws and hindrance to our freedom.
It wouldn't solve all the issues...
There'd just be another set of bratty billionaires after them
And they, too, could fuck off when the world got sick of them.
We don't want their feudalism, communism,
Or any of it.
Just make our Stoves and Canned Soups...
We don't need your plans for a "Better World."