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Ain’t Nobody’s Food By Ken
Shiovitz Just keep your distance until I get to know you a little
better, Me over here, and you over there…way over there, And maybe I’ll tell you why it is that I’m not looking to live forever. Now I suppose you are tending toward living as long as you
can, So I’m thinking too…but that don’t mean to come any closer, Then maybe I’ll tell you a coupla methods that You definitely don’t want to try. First, don’t be the seventeen-year locust and sleep your
life away, Sure you spread out the pain…don’t be coming any closer, But you feel nothing except a good orgasm or two, Then you just rot up and melt away. Don’t be the elephant or the tortoise and get huge and
slow, neither, Somebody will notice…keep your slow ass behind that line, And your hollowed-out feet will be made into ashtrays, Leave the rest of you for the vultures. Mostly, don’t expect science or progress to come to the
rescue, New eyeglasses maybe, but…back, back, I ain’t your grocery
store, They can fix your rotten genes and heal you, and maybe You’re going to live for a very long time. But think about my next-door neighbor Maxine, pushing that
baby carriage out of high school, Young mother, young grandmother…keep that saliva in your
mouth and listen, Maxine’s baby had a baby about the same time I did, Lost one whole generation before I turned thirty. Now I figure, the way bacteria and viruses gain resistance
to treatments, Dying is a just way of getting stronger…slow down, I ain’t
finished speaking, So, Maxine’s family is way more evolved than mine, And I can only catch up by dying. Now the real tragedy comes if science and progress keep me
alive forever, Then I become food for Maxine’s kin…you kind of bear her a
resemblance, They would keep me as some sort of cow, budding off
regenerated arms for supper, But hell, I ain’t gonna be nobody’s food. |
