Daughter of the Hadhramaut

So what's my bridge
And who is my Maria
And why am I not fighting in my 2016 Segovia
And who is Pablo
And is he weaker than I am
And will I be a man and shoot him when I know I have the chance

Feel the burn, vote for Sanders
Vote your conscious
Vote against planned parenthood
(How can I vote in complex oligarchic system
When I can't even sort out
Why I must find meaning in my own existence?)
And when I die someone will pick up the pieces of my life
And categorize me as a wannabe-artist, romanticizing type

And if I get hit by a car
I'll tell the E.R. don't save me
Cause northern California doesn't need
Another M.S. in civil engineering
Who works in consulting
And dates a cute Asian girl
Well it's all so fucking cliche
It makes me embarrassed to be myself

I am not a muslim
But I was once I believe
I was married in the Hadhramaut in 1933
To the daughter of a sultan from a southeastern wadi
Before the R.A.F. came swooping in to save me from disease

Down with the M16s
Killing people doesn't work
They just come back as jerks in polo shirts
Reracking in the middle of a turn
Kill me ISIS, politicians lose your shit
Because a privileged white kid got cut short
On his free ride to retirement

And I'll live stream it
I'll facebook share it
I'll even put on google glasses
So I can broadcast how it feels to be alive to all the masses
I will raise my kids as Shinto
I'll renounce all my possessions
I'll turn storage space to plowshares
And RAM to homemade breakfast

And I'm glad they have the atomic bomb
Cause if I were in the army
I'd volunteer to be the guy
Who leaks the diagrams to buzzfeed