Beads of Color

I count the stars on this hot young night

To commemorate my country's birthday

Even though I don't know if I have met her

Doesn't matter anyway the day has been pimped down

And all that is left is how do you like your burger

Who is the most wasted and where is the best B-B-Q.


But I feel so enlightened and rejuvenated

As beads of color begin to light up a dark sky.


I count the stars on the flag

Five rows of ten make fifty

I watch conservative town folk become reckless

Before my eyes as the beer cooler becomes empty

New found desire makes the pre-teens find a spot

Behind the bushes.


But I continue to feel so enlightened and rejuvenated

As beads of color light up a dark sky.


I quit attempting to count the countless stars above me

There are enough here on earth to fill the streets

People are going down to never get up again

"In our name"

(Would you repeat that please?)

In the name of oil deals and checks being written.


But the beads of color will still go on

Lighting up a dark sky.