Saludo al coraje de los hombres de Puebla en esta dia,
But what I really want to do today
is go to Saint Helena and throw a party in Napoleon’s cell,
and just to piss his spirit off,
fly back to the States,
and throw an original Memorial Day in our Waterloo.
When I get tired, I’ll make the trip international,
go to Ethiopia, see the second coming of Haile Selassie,
have him lend me a few minutes to sit on his throne
as he puts Kublai Khan’s crown on my head
while Marx takes my oath of office with my hand over On the Origins of Species,
before I throw it at William Jennings Bryan’s head before his opening statement.
Once I become a one-day king,
I’ll send a package of loaded Iranian guns to Oliver North’s house
snitch on his ass and laugh with my friends
as the ATF arrests him on Fox News.
After the antics, go bar-hopping with Kierkegaard
in a free West Germany,
get arrested with Sacco and Vanzetti after too many drinks,
and if I get too rowdy, take a caning on the ass by Singaporean dancers.
I want to start a one-man riot in Greece
just to get an article written by Nellie Bly and Bryan Williams.
I want to rock out to a band with me on guitar,
Ian McCulloch and Adele on vocals,
Bill Ward on drums,
and have the album produced by Delia Derbyshire.
I want to take acting lessons from Roger Rees,
John Rhys-Davies, and Lance Henriksen
just so I can kick Henry Cavill out of his Superman gig.
And then, right before I go to sleep,
wave at Alan Shepard along con mi familia
as Mercury-Redstone 1 blinks its way across the night.
– Note: I just wrote this and cleaned it up five minutes before midnight West coast time while sober. Go me.