There are mutated frogs
singing normally in the river
there are wine red stains on my rug
and the parking lots glisten with smashed glass.

The homeless shelter where I used to stay
is right next to my house
and if I fall out of my house I'll fall back into it.
But that doesn't matter to me now.
What I want is a lot of money to kill the evil people with,
to bless my friends, and to buy musical equipment
that will make all radio stations explode.

I want to tear the satellites out of the sky
and monitor the behavior of the dead.