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

Street Jam

In the square heart of America
I play a harp of arteries and veins
A song of love and prosperity
It freezes society for a moment
Until the politicians start weeping
Celebrities blanket the homeless
This country collapses into the clouds
Just so we can raise it to the stars
Where citizens become painite chains
Wrapped around the hands of dirt
Where the hermits can have an opinion
That matter more than the lying dead
It's a utopia found only in children's books
And a victory worth bragging about

I Love My Country

Happy birthday America
Subject of the patriot cult
Sacrificing the ill in your name
Fed rotted culture until you vomit
Sift through it and become educated
Toss that away and keep the bile
Just save it for a rainy day
Keep dry with flak jackets and guns
Let the poor die in the precipitation
Bury them under embezzled funds
It’s their fault for making clouds, right?
All knowing one with solutions for all
Keeps their dunce cap in the closet
Next to their Viagra and ankle monitor

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

The Terrorists Have Been Winning Since Day One

Ten years

The enemy tore down our towers

A supposed version of weather control

Fire and debris for rain

Our leaders shouted" "Freedom never dies!"

Then they drafted a new prison

Leeches in phone lines

Cameras in flowers

Democratic immortality cut short

Soldiers sent to slaughter the sadists

It was justifiable homicide

But we overstepped our boundaries

Mourning begot Manifest Destiny 2.0

A one sided game of Give and Take

Give them our values

Take their lives

Their sanity

Corporals, colonels, and commanders

They teach our young of superiority

Hand out weapons like candy '

All that's missing are turbans and a Qur'an

Voila! We are what we hate

But shame was never in the American dictionary

Not that politicians read anything but pornography anyway

They need creative positions to fuck us, after all

Stars and stripes stained by money shots

And we're left to lick it up

Buttery and bitter and filled with disease

It's the taste of liberty

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!

Don't Look At Me I'm Weird

Like drunken perverts, elected shadows toss money at strippers' feet as they dance on the Washington Monument. Capitol crawling on legs of disease refuses to be put down and the burden lands on the mandatory worshipers. They plucked technology from the tree of Eden and washed our brains in the juice. Their sugar melodies soften us up for suburban warfare fought in cyber battlefields and all they've given us are rusty insults for defense. Something is going on behind Miss Liberty's curtains but we only see outlines of softcore information. When they took the "I" out of "Individual" our future was sealed in brown bags and set on fire on our doorsteps. Smell the back of your boot and welcome yourself home, John Doe. The future is in your grasp as long you never reach for it.

Pussie Commie (P.C.)

Big Brother is a white suburbanite
Twisting throwaway words into world wars
Intentions misinterpreted turn to verbal genocide
Political correctness, language holocaust
Leftist dilapidated cunt with Bono-syndrome
I doubt you're even free

And The Profit Foretold...

End of the world mass produced, manufactured

Sold in expensive stockpiles and last minute gifts

Apocalypse sticks up her nose and struts on by

For we are not worthy of such elegance

A Call To Flabby Arms

Here we go. I'd give the time and place of this writing but none of that really matters. All that's important is that we are here and dreaming with our eyes open. We are told to believe the world is rotating when humanity remains in stasis. Politicians and celebrities scream “progress” while forcing us to walk backward. We follow with a smile and a veiled insult, hypochondriacs yearning for freedom but too terrified to bend our bars. Some of you our probably saying “Yeah, he's right! When and how do we start the coming revolution?” And the answer is I don't know or give a damn. I was born into this afterbirth like all the other dead cells with nothing but my crippled motivation and tendency to complain. Life is an asylum and God is in all our heads.

I saw the most refreshing sight today. A middle-aged man driving a beat up truck... with liberal stickers on the back! an Obama/Biden one, a big media one with an X through it, and one that said "Vote Democrat." I couldn't help but smile and get filled with hope.