Paul

Paul pushed a man out in the road today

Out in front of a truck

This man pushed past him on his way down the street

And didn’t even look back

But as he fell in the tarmac and dust

Paul doesn’t look down

Questioned that night, asked what was he thinking

He says ‘I didn’t think, it was some gut instinct I had’

When he gets home he’s asleep for the night

When he wakes to hear a noise in the place

So he pulls on a shirt, slippers and a coat

And a forty year old rifle he keeps loaded just in case

Goes through the door into the backyard

Thinking it’s a fox to be shot

So he fires into the dark

When he looks it’s a boy that he’s got

Paul’s a man of the 21^st century

Thinking with his instinct and no ideology

To him nothing needs to be explained

Thinking with his chest and not with his brain

This cannot be overlooked, this isn’t the path I thought we took

Didn’t we go through some kind of cultural revolution

Didn’t we find some way to think

Is thinking not within our constitution

Shouldn’t we all just start to drink?