Wounded Knees

I drove an ambulance out to an island last night
(don't ask me how I got there, you wouldn't believe me anyway)
and I realized too late that I forgot those shock paddle thingys
and therefore, I wasn't going to be able to bring anything back to life.

So instead, I took out my camera and started taking pictures of the natives.
None of them smiled at me, though
and all of them assumed I was doing this for free.
But little did they know that I would be charging $19.99 per photo
so they could hang them up on their grass hut walls
and show off to their out of town relatives
that the little Mexicali girl was really there.
I don't think I'm being unreasonable.

I never made any promises anyway.
I never agreed to this state of mind
Or this state of being.
It was placed upon me like the hands of god
or maybe it was that Jesus dude
And then it was just suddenly there.

No one explained it to me.
My state of mind went from that to this
in a matter of seconds
And now I have to drive around the world
in a rusted out emergency vehicle,
taking photos of the sights
and over charging for the prints,
Because if I didn't charge so much, I would never have enough money for the
Band-Aids, the Skittles,
or the guitar picks.