A quote and a song

"Obviously you have a hard time distinguishing art from fantasy,
but I can draw a lamp from memory."

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The Blast

The blast has covered up the kitchen
Sending all the women
To a hiding spot no finding
With grass it's coming up the prairie
Life forms start to vary
Just to see the shape of fiction
The sun has come right out of nothing
Everything begins from nothing
Everybody knows that factoid
We wiggle wriggle into forms and
Find ourselves of matter
Coming out from non-matter

And scales just turn right into feathers
Vinyl into pleather
On our faux-finished plaster walls
I block the driveway with my big truck
Recycle hormoned-up duck
By feeding the bones to my dog.

We're on a mission for the people
We do what we're told to
Turning into one another
They'll cane us if we say the shepherd's name
Put our picture in his frame
And make a pretty wall for our home