There is a lunatic in the driver seat
And we’re watching a lunar mission
And they’re looking at the dark side of the moon
There is an empty bed at the asylum
Waiting for a man
Watching himself give a speech
In a mirror framed in gold
And they’re counting craters out the window
On the dark side of the moon
We see the leader growl into the microphone
And drool on his lapel pin
And buff his nails on his chest
As he rips away our will to live
We are watching history made
Reaching into space farther out than any other
Lunar mission and at the podium
He shows us the gold encrusted ball room plan
Yet no plan for the war he started
There’s a lunatic driving the bobsled
And it’s straight down the mountain
Into an abyss
And they’re looking at the dark side of the moon
Taking pictures of the colors
On the dark side of the moon




By Diane E. Dockum
©April 6, 2026