Egypt See : Crypt

at the bog a quarter mile wide
smiling humans long ago dead
still dead and like a raisin in the shade
unpoppable unstoppable
the old hydrant unprobable and propped up no more
so the snow is slopped up and
they dont even care that this disgust is here.
they dont even care about us over in america
they dont even care about us over in canada

egypt is so damn selfish sometimes.
one hundred thousand years of history and they think
that they have a book.

well, to that I say, we have
one hundred million ears of corn,
which is exactly what Marc Antony asked for
when history was being written, so in that way
we are there.

one last closing remark;
inst it better to not be history?
as godzilla would say:
sayonara, suckrs