Spit in the Ocean
You must think youre oh so very
terribly important
with your car, your house, your maid,
your butler and your porters.
But seen from the stars
youre the same as all of us are.
And it might seem a queer notion
but were all just spit
in the ocean.
Hop upon a plane
run around the world
Tokyo, Paris, Rome, Berlin
and they’re all full of your kind of girl.
You can have all the ones you want
you can play with peoples lives.
You can have all the rope you want
but soon enough they expect that noose
to be tied.
Seen from above
just another slightly balding head
a little bit of dandruff on the shoulders
but youll be dead
soon enough, anyway.
Hiding in your villa
on the Dalmatian Coast.
Your blue ribbon Afghan hound at your feet
the one that you prize the most.
But your babys got the rabies
and hes gonna bite your foot.
Is there there no end to the indignities
through which a human being
must be put.
Seen from the stars
Just another chunk of rock in space.
little ones crawling about on it
but theyll be gone
soon enough, anyway.
You must think youre oh so very
terribly important
with your car, your house, your maid,
your butler and your porters.
But seen from the stars
youre the same as all of us are.
And it must seem a queer notion
but were all just spit
in the ocean.
(C) 1975, T.K. Major
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