Seriously man, you got that shit up at like 12, fuck 11
I understand, but dial it down a little …
Relax man, it’s not fashionable to burst out amidst the pack
despite the desire to attack the fascists massacring the underserved
How do you want it?
Pasturzied processed and packaged?
Just add water? You want fries with that?
We’re tailgating a manufactured reaction.
He just smiles and laughs
Arms crossed, crass as the day
the ghosts first spoke to him
You never die, you never live
and this ain’t a dream,
so feed ’em what you’re bleeding
and cut the cookie-cutter in half
I want to rearrange the tree
hopeful little gardener,
won’t you please pull me
Now we crossed the caverns
only to find a labyrinth
fashioning a map,
we drew our dreams
mathematically aligned with our aspirations
admonitions limbered up the legend
marking an X at every left turn
Right being attached to wrong
when we’d rather be playing.
Singing our songs,
hollow as the pipe we’re floatin’
these melodies over
Ripe as the fire
for nursery rhymes, books,
and statutes of limitation.
Lady Liberty is parading around,
drunk naked and aimless …
so which one of you brave
wanna jump on this bomb?
Hit the switch kid,
and welcome to a whole new world
where bliss is the forest
and you’re still trapped in the lab
tryin’ to devise an escape from the habits
gettin’ tagged by needles and mirrors
seein’ scenes faded by memories
relivin’ the days when you pages
weren’t filled with
chicken, clucking out eyes.
Already blinded by the audience.
Good night! Good day!
You haven’t seen enough
to know the difference
still whittlin’ a way at your spine
carving a niche for the wings
Icarus shouldn’t be so lucky
ya dumb schmuck
more concerned about
how it looks
than getting burned by the sun
shit ain’t a candle,
and you aren’t the wind.
Just another bag
meant for a body.
To be manipulated
maintained, and manicured …
like a lawn.