Category: Paranoid Political Poetry

some of us are smart enough to still die while we can the loveliestand most delicateare regularly abusedby the most crassand degenerate,allowing the world to refine itselfcontinuously toward the worstpossible manifestation of corruption. All the whileignorance and entertainment convince us,through overtly discussedor subliminally appliedpsychological concepts,that everything is improving. All the whilewe grow more dependanton those…

Living in a digital worldHere in sidemy virtualhead I’m flyinglike a birdNever leaving my bed We are bornwith nothingever being ours So feel freeto keepeverything you steal You can havewhatever you wantWhen you realizethat nothingis for real When it’s never game overYou can play forever It’s an electrically addictive sweet deal Here inside my digital…

The world wide whip. It lashes me.It slashes me.It teaches me humility. An exaggerated ecstasy.Licking me electrically. I can the stigmata bleed.You’re crucifiedto the circuitry. You’re a meekand mind-rapedministryof half deadten centsea monkeys. Give up. GIVE UP. Give up go downgo down give upGive oral loveto the orbit pimpCome suck offthe cyber gimp This great…

they try to tire us, conspire against us, inquire of usmire us in papyrusrewire usgive us a virusuninspire ussuicide usdivide usdeny ustry uslie to usacquire usor set fire to usbut they cant do thisto the entire us

who writes the rulessimple tools to control the foolsmake those maggots work like mulesthen pilfer the profitsand reach for the residuals lets have a discourselets discuss disgustand sacrilegeof a sacred trustscattered remnantsrot and rustas we satisfy our lust for dustall filler no killercream puffsno crustcrippled for convenienceno fuss no muss its as equally eternalas instantaneoussacrifice…

Idiosyncrasies make perfect senseThe future is easily predicted by thoseWho see the present in past tense Renegades sell fake rebellionThey protect the status quoThey burn their bread for moneyThey are like dear who starve for dough Horses licking pimple tipsThe children of the cornThey celebrate the day they dieAnd don’t remember being born The trees…

from the carnival of soulsthere is no where left to hidewhen the merry bells tolldancing cannot be denied the freeks have grown so beautifulthey shine there own bright lightthere colors are so plentifulthey remove the black from night they are neither discreet nor tastefulbe they are still such a sightthat its almost undetectablewhen they maim…

seven toad crossedbusy roads,corner straight to corner. seven soulswith lightened loadsleft to the crafty coroner. Seven livesleft deniedof all they ever wanted. The most exposedwound often growsto harm its host,a slaughter. Seven tricksthat shall subsistuntil the end of time eternal.Its a hellthat we know wellit slowly growsand burns you.

In the farthest tar pitsa swarm of larva hardensand forms a thorn warm inarmageddon’s armpits. Who farted?This garbage issome smart shit.