(no subject)
Life. what does it mean today?
nothing but something to pay
to say to lay it down soft and cold
to give it bold for oil?
burning agonized, mystified and idolized
in the dank rank soil?
never found through the everlasting underground
silent sound blasting all around
pounding in the bullet-ridden heads of
the states whose bed mates are forced
to teach the child to forget fruitless fancies
and learn what it is to give the ultimate sacrifice
just a noble vice from some pathetic
heart-of-ice dice roller who has never pushed a stroller
alone?
Life.
Life. what does it mean but the scene?
media mystified machine in the
machete sharp gleam
of the cold hard sheen
careening through
glo-stick disco doom room
impending sweet ecstasy gloom
to soon?
giving in to the hot sticky heat
eve is openly objectified
nothing more piece of meat
shaking down Misogyny Street
to the beat of tradition
on that road to perdition
generation’s mindless repetition is the key
they’ll never see they need to be
more than their daddy’s boys
playing with the capitalist toys
of industry of technology psycho-criminology
Life.
Life. what does it mean to you?
a way to carry through the
animated cartoon of the emaciated loon
who gives up to soon
inundated in the mind-balloon waiting to pop
to stop drop and roll through fire nights
cat-fights, horror sights, white tight heights
falling formless to the ocean floor
nothing more than a castle in the pond
no magic wand can wave away
not even for one day?
some less than human drone all alone
meant to die rather
than hone away at ignorance
of hate of Jill from Jack rolling down the hill
back to the accident
of hate of union for some but not for all
forget the patriarchal call to equality
rather focus on the duality of spirituality and morality
just some fallacy of
foolish dreams of
commie anarchist antichrist
taking over with some atheist policy of liberty
Life.
nothing but something to pay
to say to lay it down soft and cold
to give it bold for oil?
burning agonized, mystified and idolized
in the dank rank soil?
never found through the everlasting underground
silent sound blasting all around
pounding in the bullet-ridden heads of
the states whose bed mates are forced
to teach the child to forget fruitless fancies
and learn what it is to give the ultimate sacrifice
just a noble vice from some pathetic
heart-of-ice dice roller who has never pushed a stroller
alone?
Life.
Life. what does it mean but the scene?
media mystified machine in the
machete sharp gleam
of the cold hard sheen
careening through
glo-stick disco doom room
impending sweet ecstasy gloom
to soon?
giving in to the hot sticky heat
eve is openly objectified
nothing more piece of meat
shaking down Misogyny Street
to the beat of tradition
on that road to perdition
generation’s mindless repetition is the key
they’ll never see they need to be
more than their daddy’s boys
playing with the capitalist toys
of industry of technology psycho-criminology
Life.
Life. what does it mean to you?
a way to carry through the
animated cartoon of the emaciated loon
who gives up to soon
inundated in the mind-balloon waiting to pop
to stop drop and roll through fire nights
cat-fights, horror sights, white tight heights
falling formless to the ocean floor
nothing more than a castle in the pond
no magic wand can wave away
not even for one day?
some less than human drone all alone
meant to die rather
than hone away at ignorance
of hate of Jill from Jack rolling down the hill
back to the accident
of hate of union for some but not for all
forget the patriarchal call to equality
rather focus on the duality of spirituality and morality
just some fallacy of
foolish dreams of
commie anarchist antichrist
taking over with some atheist policy of liberty
Life.