teeth are turning black and falling out and you can't chew your food
boneless meat and smashed potatoes, powdered eggs and sweet brown goo
sitting, stinking, smoking, tweaking, sticky orange sweaty skin
boarded windows, thick dark curtains, closet-space for skeletons
degenerate scum, this virus feeds on everyone
    hand held out to receive some
    you're the ring around my tub
    shake your paper cup
pawning off your family heirlooms, stealing grandma's jewelry
roaches in a pill container, hidden for a rainy day
skin pulled tight, your boney structure's fed by bowls of beef ramen
trade your soul, your skin, your wallet
thinner and thinner and thinner and thinner and thinner...

degenerate scum

from under swatter, the fly sings of thee
ants screaming murder from under your feet
murder, cold murder in the zero degree
your sweet human juice tastes like honey to me
lotka-volterra proves who is at fault
who absorbs whose tissue and who's left to rot
does it bring this boy pleasure to remove my wings
will there never be no justice for us poor oppressed beings
when little, so little, too little to see
attack me
catch me
convert me 
consume me
you resemble mao zedong
you smell of genghis khan
sting like a bee
sing like a dog
nowhere left to hide
nowhere left to run

predation

i am the stitch in your side
i am the rock in your eye
i am the truth to be told
i am the hand that you hold
i am the holes in your knees
i am your folded-up sleeves
i am the scars on your back
i am the old dirty rag

i am the facts that you hide
i am the shit-eating fly
i am the fat that you trim
i am the knife you run with
i am the boat that you row
the big fat joint that you roll
i am the gun to your back
i am the old dirty rag
used and used until i have no more use

you're the model victim of this hopeless generation
of human servants begging for their bread
these hairless monkeys got the best of you
and pulled the rug out from under me

your wish was my command
until you started rubbing another man's lamp
i was under your power until
that day you fell into his trap

but i'm not in the mind-frame for dying
or clawing my way out of a pit
i'd rather not be skinned alive
you done fucked up your own life

warning signs are posted along every path you see
the exits lead to the entrances and the signs look all the same
and now i steer myself by remote control
i see myself setting fires below
and i see you swimming in someone else's river

so don't lock me in-to this monogamous relation
i'm not that kind of guy
you're the victim of unnecessary suffering
it was you, not i, who fucked up your life

old dirty rag

i point my finger at society and laugh
it's not the way you look
nor the awful fashion that you choose
it's the terrible terrible things you say and do

go on and fool them, convince them you're a sheep
tell them all what time to go to sleep
for if they knew, they would stone you
and/or burn you at the stake
if they only knew you were just a well-disguised snake

he's got the whole world believing he's a saint
convinced them that he's something that he ain't
but his agenda disproves it
you must read between the lines
you must fear the pen he uses when he signs

news is dealt from a rigged deck
pre-planned and ergonomic 
always pleasing to the eye
useless: your resistance
what harm can a sheep be to a snake?

this ventriloquist's mouth moves when he speaks
and out from the puppet's mouth, the brown-shark peeks
he attempts to conceal his riddles
but his forked-tongue can't be disguised
never trust a grinning stranger
never take a snake's advice
and don't you ever take no candy from no man in suit-and-tie
maybe tonight, i'll cross your heart and hope you die

(a) well-disguised snake

it's that ole stackywacky
and he's howling at the moon
he's got a 12 pack of something
that he started 'round noon
he's got this sweet disposition 
loves the mother of his son
gives his shirt to shirtless strangers
he’ll split a case with anyone

it's that ole stackywacky
mister stackawacky
no there'll never be another man quite like mr aaron
mr aaron stoviaky

it's that ole stackywack
eats bowls of nails for his breakfast
shoots lasers from his eyes
renders opponents unconscious
bullets bounce right off him 
point blank range into his chest
he chews up all the good parts
and spits out the rest

well if you get the feeling
that he’s putting you down
he probably thinks that you’re bored or tired, 
c'mon lets wake you up
with a beast and joint, hey thats mob nasty style kid
what you know bout that
lets burn down these
motherfuckin trailer parks
and go live like
wolves, howling at the 
moon, goddamn brother
it ended too soon
you made the best party even better
but now we drink to you
mr. stachowiak

eulogy for a. stachowiak

anti-musik for "Bob" - all normality must be cleansed from the face of the earth

if society makes you wanna throw up 
or strap a bomb to your chest and blow up
all the schools and the churches of 
those different than you
who follow different leaders
and share different views,

you can televise the severing of heads
as a sorta twisted public service announcement,
but you're at the bottom of a burning pile
you're in a hole filled up with your friends
and the shovel's labeled U.S. government

screaming at the trees 
won't make them fall down,
breaking already broken branches 
won't turn it's green leaves brown,
a hatchet and a book of matches
and seeds to grow better fruit
and a copy of eric blair's most famous book


anti-musik for "Bob" - society makes me wanna throw up

you've got to live your 
life in excess
'til the arrival
of the xists
with the wool over your eyes

you don't need a god's approval
just a stark fist of removal
and J.R. "Bob" Dobbs

the descendants 
of the yeti
will watch the pinks turn
into confetti
on the morning of x-day

you can't make the water wetter
but there's a deity that's better
it's J.R. "Bob" Dobbs

The Church of The SubGenius
oh yes
slack and eternal salvation
and lots of SEX!
until it hurts

it's a faith founded on dollars
and the bleeding head of 
A_____ P_____
and slack for the ordained..........

(p.131 - REVELATION X THE "BOB"APOCRYPHON Hidden Teachings and Deuterocanonical Texts of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs)


anti-musik for "Bob" - bleeding headclessians 6:12-19

written by bob thiele and george david weiss - 1967


what a wonderful world

in his bed modern man is sleeping
with a roof above his head
he measures himself by what his friends are thinking
and he does what better paid men tell him
he puts his dreams into a shoebox
and he tucks them under his bed
he lives his life fulfilling something 
dreamed up in someone else's head
he's scheming
he's planning
he's sleeping and dreaming every day
he's rotting, he's wasting away



anti-musik for "Bob" - (a) modern man

diff'rent strokes

JR "Bob" Dobbs 
 the bridge between
  heaven and earth and hell
   the living breathing deity
    the (blank) you need to fill
JR "Bob" Dobbs JR "Bob" Dobbs
 was killed so many times
  but barred from all the afterlives
   that he now cannot die

"Bob" speaks of the 
 conspiracy
  and the false slack they sell us
to join a cult
 society
   The Church of SubGenius
JR "Bob" Dobbs JR "Bob" Dobbs
 give me slack 
  or kill me
   you'll pay to know 
    what you really think 
and laugh til your guts bleed..................

JR "Bob" Dobbs

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