(no subject)
To the isle of lesbos see,
So that no one has to see
What they push to keep hidden
Sorrowful and sweaty, damp dark
Closets locked, throw away the key.
`Cuz God damn this dirty, unnatural love.
But let's keep loaded guns in fifty states,
Let's exalt in the bloody fear we perpetuate,
Let's bow our heads and close our eyes
In a pastel color prayer the white man devised
Convincing our belief in rewritten history
So that the oppressed have faith
That their suffering will guarantee
A placement among pearly gates so heavenly.
Oh Gertrude, love is love is love is love
Is it not?
Should I hide my poetry behind the curtains of
Obscurity
And move myself out to a foreign country
To write down experimental short stories
Exposing Americans in all their glories
Of imitation and masturbation,
Constantly loving themselves up?
Got a full house of hell bent patriots
Using the misconstrued biblical contents
To damn me from my homeland love,
Gertrude, God Damn your dirty, filthy love.
We don't want the memory of your inclusion in our
community
We want to continue to live securely
Chained by the neck to high definition TV
Where watching is just like living,
Look honey, it's just like reality!
Our media tells us what to feel and eventually
When I do work my ass off to get a degree
Joining a gov't think tank to solve poor living in the
city
I'll come up with some great idea
That'll blow my colleagues to spiraling happiness
Then the proposition will be renditioned
On channel four, after the nightly sports score
And they'll flash my worst picture
With a crafty mixture of manipulated truth
To obviously give the proof
That I shouldn't be listened to,
I mean look at Janet Reno.
What do I really know about this female politician?
Even in my condition, with frustrated liberal poetry
Spouted from tongue lashing furiously?
I only know she looks like a man,
So hey man, what's the plan?
Where can I go to live free from this sorrow
Of daily defending my existence
To the Christian right's resistance,
Who refuse to recognize me?
Hey man, will we ever just be happy?
So that no one has to see
What they push to keep hidden
Sorrowful and sweaty, damp dark
Closets locked, throw away the key.
`Cuz God damn this dirty, unnatural love.
But let's keep loaded guns in fifty states,
Let's exalt in the bloody fear we perpetuate,
Let's bow our heads and close our eyes
In a pastel color prayer the white man devised
Convincing our belief in rewritten history
So that the oppressed have faith
That their suffering will guarantee
A placement among pearly gates so heavenly.
Oh Gertrude, love is love is love is love
Is it not?
Should I hide my poetry behind the curtains of
Obscurity
And move myself out to a foreign country
To write down experimental short stories
Exposing Americans in all their glories
Of imitation and masturbation,
Constantly loving themselves up?
Got a full house of hell bent patriots
Using the misconstrued biblical contents
To damn me from my homeland love,
Gertrude, God Damn your dirty, filthy love.
We don't want the memory of your inclusion in our
community
We want to continue to live securely
Chained by the neck to high definition TV
Where watching is just like living,
Look honey, it's just like reality!
Our media tells us what to feel and eventually
When I do work my ass off to get a degree
Joining a gov't think tank to solve poor living in the
city
I'll come up with some great idea
That'll blow my colleagues to spiraling happiness
Then the proposition will be renditioned
On channel four, after the nightly sports score
And they'll flash my worst picture
With a crafty mixture of manipulated truth
To obviously give the proof
That I shouldn't be listened to,
I mean look at Janet Reno.
What do I really know about this female politician?
Even in my condition, with frustrated liberal poetry
Spouted from tongue lashing furiously?
I only know she looks like a man,
So hey man, what's the plan?
Where can I go to live free from this sorrow
Of daily defending my existence
To the Christian right's resistance,
Who refuse to recognize me?
Hey man, will we ever just be happy?