General Obvious

Poetry won't feed the hungry; songs won't stop the war

That painting's doing nothing to combat global warmth

But in between the barricades I might steal a kiss

Just to remember why we're fighting, General Obvious

I used to think everybody had rich interior lives

That art was an aristocracy in which everyone could fantasize

Now that I've been in the trenches for longer than I can count

I see that the struggle starts early and never really stops

Now that I'm in the trenches with my six feet blown off

I'd expose my lovers early as life begins with art