SacredMathCharnelHouse&MolotovCocktailsVomittedUponAPriestAnd/OrDrugDealer
Posted by gentlechainsawlove [ ratatoskeighteen AT earthlink DOT net ]; on January 17, 2006 at 11:54:20:
spent the night reading, spent the night writing,
did some sacred math but the results were too frightening
the answer to this question, turns out we never had it
your culture is a plasma scree teevee blaring static
i watch as we turn this place into a pig sty and
a charnel house not even good enough to die in
the message sent into outer space
came back return to sender with a slap in the face
that knocked out your mouth your aquired taste
for waste
and a reconstitued paste
that is made from the slaughter of children in the third world
so long boys and girls
'cause as the flag's unfurled
molotov cocktails are hurled
through the windows or orphanages, hospitals and schools
step into the fire and try to keep your cool
like the fool in the tarot
your vision is steadily narrowed
so keep your blinders on
your truth
is a false world view
where not life exists
except for this
suburban sprawl and its gutters of blood and piss
and the vomitted remains
of the once great plains
that gives way to a bar where no one give a fuck about your name
so drink yourself to death
because its all you got left
besides a dying heart and a tightness
in your chest
a life fed on stress
you're such a mess
that your doctor priest and momma all think it'd be best
if you'd jsut put a bullet through your head
its your best bet
though i regret
it aint texas holdem or an honourable death
buts its all we can offer on such short notice
its the quitter's way out but of course you know this
but i got to get going because my ears are burning
from the stupid kids and the secret names they're learning
and remember you aint a drug dealer if you're just slinging pot
come on kids, you gotta get stabbed before you can get shot
and the plot at the cemetery comes at quite a price
sure he lost his life
but the service was so nice
and if there is one idea to drill into your head
none are missed as much as those that are dead
and the reason for this
is the treasonous kiss
that signals that you soon sleep with the fish
like troy mclure in his dented delorean
follow me to the springfield aquorium
shit i meant aquarium
where the fish stare at you and you stare back at them
see after a stay in a jail cell
i know captivity is hell
but exotic will sell
especially if its dancing
some ho shakes her ass and you ruin your pants (again!)
i wish i could wake up and find i'd just been dreaming
how can a nation be distracted with clothes stained with semen
blind to scheming
smiles just a beaming
all the while their collective asses take a reaming
from a government
destruction bent
going to war just to see money spent
and laughter ensures
and a million viewers choose
intead to watch a water-skiing squirrel on the evening news
because the pressure's too much
when you're so out of touch
that you never notice the bones crunch
beneath your shoes
sending up clouds of dust
into the air
america the brave
i hear them all say
who fucking cares
and i can't see
you're blocking the teevee