Nerves, Up To Date After Olga Katzin Miller - Nerves Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I think I’ll call At Home, Excite,
I think my cell phone’s down,
imagine being on a flight
that struck Manhattan town.

From CNN to Internet
both buildings, markets, crash
scare fare flies fast, none know as yet,
our confidence was rash.

Rumour rampant rises high
relief seems rather slow
comparisons are sad and wry
as DJ sinks so low.

It’s just like Black September,
absurd how Time loops still,
since ever we remember
time cycles round at will!

I can’t stroll round, cement and glass
at skittles play with men,
I can’t just stay inside and pass
for an energumen.

It looks like twin tornadoes struck
ground zero to the dust,
within five years or so with luck
we’ll build it back, we must!

A Boeing here, a Boeing there,
that this should come to be!
FBI where? Fib everywhere,
what difference to me!

I think I’ll roll a joint or two,
or pour another drink,
I really don’t know what to do,
should I consult my shrink?

Since cell phones point to point fell through,
its like a traffic jam,
its pointless trying, none get through
since terrorists did slam

into our symbol buildings tall
which failed to stand the test,
imploding, concrete, glass and all,
curse those who Islam blessed!

They say three planes diverted,
another on the blink,
it seems as if we’ve skirted
round Armageddon’s brink.

They say one plane the President
was meant to turn to flame,
they say the terrorists were sent
to burn in Allah’s name!

I see the army’s lost its cool,
and self-control is gone,
the nation’s nerves from shop to school
crashed with the Pentagon.

Tomorrow who will get the blame,
and will it be deserved?
the world will not remain the same,
though still by liars served.