May two

So long ago

I was DOA on arrival

All the nice things

People had to say

Some even sincere

Rental tux on

Strange in a strange land

Don't forget to breathe

Even though it no longer matters

The years falls away

Like meteors from the sky

Landing where bugs crawl

I was DOA

The peopls looked

But didn't not see

Oh that  glassy eyed stare

Going through the motions

Their actions in slow motion

Call it in, he has coded

The charade if every since May 2nd

As the jet planes play 

X's and O's in the big blue

Vapor and forget

Planes cross the sky

Costing more then me

leaving behind vapor

Playing X's and O's against the blue

A trail they soon forget