Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes. |
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. |
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink. |
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed. |
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control. |
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. |
The poet lifts his pen as the soldier sheaths his sword. |
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too. |
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no. |
Too many temples where we could worship the beast. |
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D. |
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand? |
You set your wealth in Godly deeds against the seeds you've laid. |
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be. |
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink. |