Roads to Rome
- Roads to Rome
If all roads lead to Rome,
Where the fuck is home, is home?
"Home" bids you click and you do, you do,
Though you don't really think it through.
Read instructions, it's a lark:
Fasten seatbelts and stuff that happens
Like footsteps stealthy in the dark.
Rome is home to perverts and the Vatican,
So go to frozen stiff Green Bay
Where no one cares about Roads to Rome
Or through the Amazon or of Life, say,
Where death is an intercepted poem.