Pudgy Indian

I woke up
with my right arm aching
as I had dreams
of someone verbally attacking me
and the words of a poem
I was supposed to look up on the internet

I had been looking for the words
to Saul Williams
"Anti-War Freestyle"
because I Love the song
and I think he says the word fuck in it
and I might not be able to play it on the air

And the fight is on
and I'm supposed to find the words
and my right arm is sore
and my anger is up
and the fight is on
and the words are there

no more war
no more war
no more war
no more war

my right arm is sore
and the fight is on
and I'm supposed to find the words
and my anger is up
and the words are there
and we're all sharing in them

no more war
no more war
no more war
no more war

and I sent the news
of the pending april 6 attack
to my friend Warren
who tells me he had a dream
that there was a big concert
on the border of Iraq and Iran
and Saul Williams was there
and he asks us to sing
Act III Scene II
with him:

"...it's just coincidence
that oil men will wage war
on an oil rich land..."

and my right arm is sore
and I'm angry
and I'm tired
and I want it all back