Life Sucks, Dickhead!

I.
Funny how a romantic becomes a misogynist
Like a chameleon who can't control his defenses
Or a homeless man who wants nothing but an embrace
Knowledge is power, this is true
It is a weapon I use against the Goddess
Before turning it on myself

II.
Sick of sickness and tired of lethargy
I focus my taste on the patches in the atmosphere
And listen to the drum circle below the bones
They gasp for sympathy and understanding
I drown them out with cigarette smoke

III.
Complacent are we, prisoners of eagles
Trapped in suburban cells
Slaves to ourselves and the dreams of vertical highways
We were just pirates, stealing weightless objects
We were just bluejays, dropping our feathers in the machine
Never noticing the world becoming darker
Or the government boarding up our windows

Planned Nationalism

They gave us a half-finished product

Expecting us to finish constructing it

With psalms and green paper strips

Barnyard animals lack the opposable thumbs

To create anything that’s not a reflection

Billions herded to florescent death camps

The apocalypse and selfishness of complacency

In capitalist America, job holds down you

Straps down your imperfections to a gurney

And performs abortions with a flag pole

Demockracy 2.0

We need to kick out our chairs

Show up at every political gathering

Demand a peaceful resolution to all our problems

Give more money to the impoverished

Take away funds to arms manufacturers

End the war on drugs right now

Begin the battle on unnecessary conflict

Abolish prohibition of any and all sorts

Instate a ban on spying and infringing

And if this doesn't work we must fall to their level

Decapitate every government employee

Place their heads up as warnings to future generations

America is a sick criminal waiting to be put down

All for the safety of society, everyone

Flip the switch

Don't Let Yourself Be Ruled By Dinosaurs With Penis Envy

When they spy on you

Put on a show with fire

When they pat you down

Wear a suit of stained sex toys

When they tell you who to marry

Throw an orgy on the steps of congress

When they tell you where to smoke

Light up and pray for cancer

When they drug test you

Piss on their face instead

When they enforce prohibition

Get wasted and break everything

When they order you to salute the flag

Give it one finger each

When they draft you

Recruit your own army

When they declare marshal law

Police the police with superior numbers

When they take your guns

Give them one bullet at a time

When they say this is the best country in the world

Tell them it's not good enough for you!

Prophet Prostitute

When she falls down

They all paint their jackets white

And when she cries

They all wield paper and pens

Gravitational center consistent as withdrawal

Shaking to a core that's not there

Lady always wanted to be a martyr

I pull out my rifle and fire, fire, fire!

Payback's A Whore, And We're The Pimps

Cunt politician, sitting on your chair cushioned from the poor's skin. Signing your name in blood on papers that cut our freedom. Fuck you! You hide in your tailor-made suit covering up your insecurities and penis envy. And you speak of liberty, then rape us with your wooden fist. There will be another war on American soil. Gangsters will clean graffiti and wash the city of evil; the homeless will arrest criminals wearing badges and live in mansions. We will impale you with the cross you use to justify your injurious actions. Our decisions won't emanate from the upper 1%. They'll flow from the commoner's mouth and our children's movements. The broken chains have been buried in your grave. Now you feel as we did, getting sodomized and tossed in the Styx river.