Category: Paranoid Political Poetry

. happy birthday lucifer dont forget to pick up candles and a yak. your mother needs to mow the front porch. the floorboards are getting too high. the llamas have been complaining. especially Dolly. she’s the worst. Every day i kill her but she comes back and steals the toys out of my box of…

Violence is a golden godTo he who holds the power Killing in the name ChristHis blood is milk gone sour violence till the end of timeits human to the core killing with a grin my friendthe duty of the poor slaughtering with no soulmachines do all the work press a button and then let goand…

When Johnny comes marching home again! Hurrah! Hurrah!When Johnny comes marching home again! Hurrah! Hurrah! We’ll find a brand new enemy,maybe one or two, whatever we need,pay attention to him and forget about me.or Johnny’s not coming home. When Johnny comes marching home again! Hurrah! Hurrah!When Johnny comes marching home again! Hurrah! Hurrah! We all…

they busted my buddy and now that guys fuckedi said you know i love ya but yer shit out of luck i watched out the windowpeeking through the painswhen i swaw the truck role up and they came down like the rain big black boots and guns held highwith laser precision enhanced human eyesthey kick…

I believe in jesus and the nuclear bombI know the world is ending cuz I read in in a psalmThe fortune teller told me as she looked into my palmShe said, you believe in jesus and the nuclear bomb I believe in god but hes not the one you knowHes a different kind of god,…

the miniscule minded myopicmentally catotinicmoronic mongolicsrule this world with their bionicviolent alcoholics the stupid supersonictravel quick to lands exoticfind the unique and quixoticand do something quite catastrophic they chug their gin and tonicand until they feel so damn eroticthey rape the pure and platonicits as constant as it is chronic and so the lazy and…

For centuriesThrough history All these unsolved mysteries I’ll tell you all about him but you will never seeThe Amazing Mr. Misery When all things are going wellAnd we hear the crier ring the bellWhatever news there is to tellHe feeds the greedy need for hell Sending rats into the streetTrading men like slabs of meatBurning…

dont be one of the nameless dronesstake a claim to your homebecome one of the futures sonssing a song all your own scientific cinematheatre of the mindignited individuallost inside the hive. born again zombie messiahshambling on tvbegging all the pariah“stand up and send money!” maggot brained collapsing manreplicated and calmneeds designer DNA?the future seems so…

The world is run Run by the dumb That’s why we can’t have fun With the aliens They don’t want to play with us Because the way we fuck things up they go swimming thru my head each day I say hey and then they run away I just wonder where they at I spark…

biorythms rhyme reason Unreasonable resourcesreserved for recreational retreatswhere usury recipesare regarded as returning rewards. Ratatatatatatatat Rebrehensible related realtorsunreal leaders remove remorsefrom their remaining reasonand reiterate our retreat Ratatatatatatatat Run they scream rambling and roaringrampaging in reticulating rowsSuch rapscallions register in my rearview mirror,my memory membrane,as realiably unrehabilitatable They are like rats and so remain, forever