Void — like the vacant mind inside you
Like nothing within nothing
Just some vapor or a bubble
In that molding called your brain
Lacking solid engineering
Or a cavernous cocoon
Like it never even happened
Running theme around this loon

Like a coo coo clock — keeps chirping
Past the moments that slip by
And this world is now in death throes
Whirling painfully good-bye
Like the spiders that were there
In the cobwebs of your mind

Days that once held promise for us
What goes on inside that head?
It's a bummer your position
Leads our country to the Reds
Looters commandeering stores and
Taking everything in sight
But the sound of distant humming's
Just the pinging in your mind

Pictures hanging in the hallway
Men of stature freed this Land
Long forgotten names and faces
If you ever even knew
‘Cuz you think all is about you
You're woefully unprepared
So the Commies march is coming
‘Cuz you haven't got a pair

Like the spiders that were there
In the cobwebs of your mind