Money is a coupon for survival
A daily forced addiction of revival
Pursuers of the green rag
Always looking to fill
An empty bag

It’s exhausting
Truly tiring
To chase and replace
The old fucks green face

Who is this geezer?
Who is less than a pleaser
Since you never have enough
It’s a frustrating teaser

Every day we hit the grind
And when we get paid
The deductions are really unkind
I keep looking for this Uncle Sam
But I can never find the lazy shit
But he never fails to take a big ol hit
Of my labor and sweat
Probably why I can’t find him is what I bet

What a curious rotten thing
To get robbed from a false king
Am I in the mafia?
Am I part of “this thing?”

Why am I required to kick up to the man?
I never signed up for this plan
I was never a “made man”

I can’t be the only one who see this
I can’t be the only one who gives a piss
What the fuck is going on
What did I miss?

This country started because we were getting robbed by the Brits
200 plus years later
Were still getting fucked by twits

They would charge us all for a breath of air
And have the media robots tell us it’s fair

This is why we should all unplug
With no viewers
Their “message” is worthless manure

It’s odd that “we” have the power
But fail to employ it
We can literally shut them down
Yet we continue to clown

Gotta give it to them
They got this shit down pat
They poison the food to make us fat
Keep us fighting for every tit for tat
Blind us with distractions
Saying look at this not that
Anyone else feel like they’re in a maze like a rat?
Well good news, they gotta pill for that

Yah we’re free alright

Free to be broke
Free to be woke
Free to be their little joke
Free to toke on highly taxed smoke
Free to be a mindless bloke
Free to get that “poke”

Don’t get me wrong
I truly love this place
It’s the powers that be
That I can’t stand to face

The worthless pricks
Simply gotta go
They are just outta of the know
And can’t run the show

Faceless fucks and worthless cucks
Over half are felons
And nobody wants what they’re selling
Nothing but colossal fossils
Long past their prime
Still trying to deepthroat every dime
Believing their above their own crimes

Yes, definitely time to end the show
Put on your depends
And take your piss bag to go

Don’t worry though
The next legion will take up the flow

Seems like a problem
With no solution
Almost like we have no constitution
Paper or otherwise

Why is it
We elect leaders
Who feed us lies?

Is it the greed
That feeds the seed
Of evil?

If this is true
Then why do we water it with the blood of patriots?
And allow it to grow under the sunlight of freedom?

We are actually the farmers
Growing the fucking weeds
That are trying to kill us

Where’s my weed killer?


My dumb green thumb

My existence
Temporary as it may be
Desires to live
And expects to be free
Both peacefully
And comfortably
It’s just something
I expect for me

Just a simple request to be

Scratch that
It’s not a request
But an expectation
To be free in my mental masturbation
To be my minds own great sensation
The best I can be
Better than anyone else who tries to be me
For I feel free
To be the best me

I don’t want interruption
From dramas corruption
Or assholes emotional eruption
I just want to enjoy existence
Through intellectual consumption

Just wanna watch the show
Of life’s afterglow
Viewing the freaks of the day
Who believe to be in the know
But are simply stars of the show

I don’t want to participate
But simply contemplate
Society’s fate
And marvel at the human desire to copulate
To procreate and populate
Then bitch and berate
What they create

Your responsible
For you doing you
As I am for me
The only difference
Is our desire and level
Of cognitively being free

To enjoy the display
Of human game play
Is quite the demonstration
Of cerebral constipation

I have never understood
My species
Nor do I really care
I’m just shocked
Of the stupidity we bare
We create luxury and ease
To engage our desire to be pleased
Yet are deeply depressed
Ridden with anxiety and stress
Complaining our life is a mess

We really are a curious thing
Collecting stuff, we have to let go
We can’t take any of it
It’s a one-way trip
Or don’t ya know?

A creature of the quicksand
Constantly sinking
In a life of the unplanned

Just winging it
From day to day
Trying to make it pay

But always coming up snake eyes
And with it, a little more hope dies

We are all just waiting
Everyday debating
The decisions
We can’t change
Self-programming ourselves
Into the deranged

Just a silly little game we all play
Wasting the day away

A poets rage
Is just an exercise in frustration
An exhausting dedication
With a desire for emancipation

The paper
This canvas that stares back at you
That begs to offer you therapy and compassion
Perhaps outdated and out of fashion

It simply displays
The boring aspects
Of what my reasoning reflects

The tired rant
The boring chant
The daily attitude
Of I simply can’t

To continue to push
And stretch my mental sinew
Of this dim mental venue

Is an exercise in putrid futility
That lacks virility

The only way to charge
Is to view the mob at large
All vying for their digital fame
Looking for an angle to play the game

To try and be the one
That Neo under the sun

But truth is
There is no Matrix
Just a life chasing clicks
Just love from strangers
Simple placation from internet rangers

Riding through your little show
Pushing your ego buttons
Putting you in the binary afterglow

I grow weary
Of the constant query
I’m forced to employ
I’d rather unplug
To rest and enjoy
The silence of millions
OH BOY

They never listened anyway
Could never afford attention to pay
I have really said all I need to say
It’s just better to go about my day
And appreciate my silent decay
Ensconce myself in anonymity
And just slip away

This is just M.E.
(My Experience)
(My Expectation)
(My Exhaustion)
(My Escape)



ME My Experience

Too much temptation
Blocking my road to redemption
The devil is good at what he does
Offering a variety of ways
To get your buzz
be it the vein, lung or liver
satan is one generous giver
the poison he does deliver
of daily drops
for your mental mops
he never misses a beat or a hook
He is the chief cook
to bring your fix
and keep you in the mix
of your tasty addictive licks

Yum yum yum
why so glum chum?
So what if your a bum
I’m still gonna give you some
just enough to keep you hungry and weak
I’m cooking up more misery
As we speak
anticipation for the meek
lick your lips
and lets meet
have a seat
and spread an orifice
I know it’s the fog you miss

Blind, unaware, and without a care
My favorite minion without a pair
Keep sucking the sewage
Of my daily spewage
Till your heart submits
and finally quits
and rests in my pits
of the soulless
and mindless twits
who never had a chance
simply because it was failure
they always wanted to romance
I love you to
now submit and get in
I win…..
Next!

Cerebral Cravings

Every man is a King
And every woman a Queen
Your royalty is internal
Otherwise, unseen

Every home is a castle
Every court a hassle
Every child a jester

Kingdoms abound
In this place called earth
Most are of little worth
But a kingdom to be sure

It’s the bonds of loyalty
That helps a kingdom endure

Of all the kingdoms in the land
Some are chaotic
Some unplanned
Some built on a foundation of sand

Sure, to cave
And lost to histories grave

Others flourish
From being over nourished

But there is one thing
That is quite common
Amongst them all

They eventually end
And suffer the fall
Of chaos and crumble
To the point of a peasants humble

Never forget your station
In this great nation
Yesterday you were a fascination
And today
You were the reason for masturbation
Instead of creation

Never sit high in your throne
Never harvest more than you’ve sown
Today you feast
Tomorrow, you beg for a soup bone

The greed to succeed
Pales in the need
To be admired and desired
Instead of rejected and retired

It’s the ego’s itch
That’s a bitch
Just a rash
That’s hard to scratch
A constant game of release and catch
Humility is an irrational patch

Vanity truly is a bitch
Like an incurable rash
That evil witch
A good feeling to ditch

But then again
We all like to believe
We love to self-deceive
That we are worthy of a reprieve

Truth is
Were not
Not even close

Just a peasant
Who thinks there a present
A special gift
Who is morally adrift

You’re simply the costume you wear
Not the regalness you claim to bare

It’s obvious and clear
It’s non conformity you fear
Out of sync and abnormal
Is not how you want to appear
You don’t want to be a blur
In societies mirror

So, you follow the path
And put on your cloak
Of being a royal joke

Running your kingdom
Trying not to be a bum
But we all know the truth
Were not dumb
Just bored
Wielding a pathetic sword
Fighting a life, we can’t afford

Abdicate, oh false King
Bend a knee
And kiss my ring
It’s my praises
You’ll one day sing

Don’t you know?
I’m quite the thing

Your salvation
And spiritual bling

Say hello
To the one and only true King

Jesus!

Royalty

I know
You know
We all know

It’s how we live
And how we grow
It’s the method
We all use to show
The existence of the flow

From here to there
And near and far
We all exist with the scar

Of the knowledge in our head
That one day you’re here
And another your dead

We all know it
Doesn’t need to be said
That someday
We all rest in our eternal bed

And review the pages of our life
Bookmarking the passages of our strife
Assessing our regret
Measuring if our goals were met
Looking back at the past
Wishing for a repeat of the last
Begging time to stand fast

I have the knowledge now
To make it all right
My hindsight
Gives me perfect sight

But we all know
It doesn’t work that way
You roll the dice
And make your play
And hope you don’t become eternal prey

For the lack of wisdom, you possess
And the knowledge you wield
It’s an intellectual
Broken shield

It’s simply not enough to be smart
You must keep wisdom in your heart
This is why we all know that…

Knowledge Never Offers Wisdom (K.N.O.W.) 


K.N.O.W. (Knowledge Never Offers Wisdom)

If you could ask one question of the dead
What would it be?
How are you?
Or do you miss me?

The times you were here
And the times you’re not
Have not diminished
You from my thoughts

I still remember
I still reminisce
I still keep the memories
Of the good times I miss
Did you see all you wanted to see ?
Or do what you wanted to do ?
In the end did you see your own peace through ?
did you have regrets in the end ?
do you have thoughts of eternal love you'd like to send ?

Or are these to many questions for you in your peace ?
do you want me to be quiet and simply cease ?
I wonder sometimes
what it's like for the dead
do they ever regret things left unsaid ?
for me and my thought
I offer not
what was or will be

I just humbly ask that when its my time
To graciously accept me
The lost and alone
resting under my stone
an eternal marker
rotting to the bone
ready for judgement
for the seeds I've sown

Questions

The happy hopeless homeless
My brethren
My crew
The unhappy
Morally skewed
The weak of will
Living in the street
With a condo made of a tarp
They piss, moan and harp
Pick their corner
Stand and stare
Whatever there selling
Its buyer beware
Without hope or a dream
Their souls are easy to redeem
They have given up in this fight
And wait for deaths nip and bite
They have closed their eyes
To the light

It’s a tired tale
Of how they did fail
Gave up on life
And chose to bail

Help is offered
Assistance proffered
Supported extended
And always rescinded
As if offended
By a human trying to do right

It’s a curious thing
To want to live as a deposed king
With your court being the street
And a rat for a jester
Nibbling at your feet
With your queen on her knees
Worshipping a meaty sceptre
For a dollar’s worth of cheese
While your kingdom starves
Poverty carves
Another slice of your will to live
Boundless emptiness
Is all you have to give

Confused by the illusion
That things will get better
As you rest on your throne
Lonely and alone

I invite you
To kneel
Before the one true King 
Open your heart
And let him in
All are welcome
To the wisdom of the feast
Turn your back upon
The unforgiving beast
That has cared for you the least

If you’re going to give up
At least give in
To the one to free you from sin
The one to keep his kin
And hold you close
And allow you to win
The prize we all crave
A righteous soul
And useful slave

Abdicate your empire
Silence the liar
In your head
Redeem yourself from the dead
And allow yourself to be led
From the insane domain
Into the realm
Of the true King at the helm


The living corpse

It’s always the same
The old tired game
Of them vs us
Each side making a fuss
Playing tug of war
Over the same
Sad dollar
“I need more”
“You’ll take less”
Each side holler

Nothing ever changes
It only gets worse
Our disgusting methods
Are simply a curse
Our inhumanity towards each other needs to disperse
But I know it’s a dream
Selfishness is the reign of the insane
Always looking to lay blame
It’s the hot potato game

It’s not us
It’s them
So, they say
Nobody wants to pay
Greed rules the day
It’s simply our twisted way
To lay the blame away

You see, misery is such a treat
To watch others, bow to the elite
A meeting nobody wants to greet
Please come in and have a seat
You wish to rent yourself?
How neat!

I offer less than you need
I’m here to plant slaveries seed
You’ll reap what I sow
And never make
What you owe
But then again
That’s the trick
To keep you low
Ya prick
Here’s my boot
Take a lick

Watching you struggle
Is such a kick
This is really fun
Watching you run
Like a rat in a maze
Blinded by debts haze
And I am very aware
I create the misery you share
I simply don’t care
But to be fair
You never really had a pair
LOL

Them verus Us

Compensation for masturbation
Is not a new sensation
It’s just broadcast for the day
So, you can enjoy the view of watching them play
While you click the contents of your wallet away

It’s so convenient
The laws are so lenient

To watch the display
Of legs spread
Diddling away

Watch the fingers
Feast on the fold
It never gets boring or old

To fill your ears with the moans and ahhs
Waiting for the OMG’s and the ooo la la’s

To watch them quiver and quake
Contort and shake
All while hoping
It’s not fake

But then again who really cares

All that matters
Is that she strips and bares
And takes that plastic phallic blade
And shows why she was made
A self-raping is why she gets paid
What a curious thing
To assault yourself with a fake ding a ling

To show yourself completely bare
With no morals
And without a care
All to reap the green
From the unseen

If you have standards
This is something you should reject
Yet, it keeps the masses erect

So, on the one hand
You have your ideals
On the other, a penis with an appeal
Do I watch her stab and squeal?
Or deal with how I feel?

Grab that joystick and give it a flick
Lock and load
For that virtual load they goad
Slip in that digital coin
Log in and click join
For that bare backed display
That helps you throw gravy for the day
The lovely way to pay to play

No commitment or STD
Guilt and herpe free
Unbridled freedom to freak
Hammering your own flesh
Through a sexy lil peek
You are the super stud cyber geek

Digital delivery of desire
It’s the birth of deviancy you sire
It’s your continued monetary tribute
I require
To keep that sack empty
And loins afire

Better hurry and launch before I decide to retire
And leave you in a blue balled quagmire

Its so fun to exercise the power I wield
To spread the thighs
So, you can sow an empty field

Get busy my pathetic crony
Pay me and stroke your lil bony
I’m just a prepaid phony
Whose so good I deserve a Tony

I pull the juice loose
From the full sack
It’s simply the way that I attack
And get that wallet to crack

It’s just a trade
From the succubus
Who gets paid

It’s nothing personal
Just the game of shame
Played by the freaks with no name

Aren’t you glad you came?


Pay to Play

There is a war
Inside my head
One side wants me to live
The other uses my soul for his daily bread

Guess which is which
One is a saint
The other, a relentless unforgiving bitch

They play tug of war
Till I am mentally sore
One knows my heart
The other does it’s best to rip it apart

One welcomes me with all my faults
The other feeds me daily sinful assaults

It’s not that I wish to sin
Quite the contrary
I resist and try not to give in

But honestly, I am weak
And quietly enjoy being a freak

I hate that I like life’s wicked pleasures
I know that I should deploy counter measures
I simply enjoy sinful treasures

Whether its smoke or drink
Or lovely eye candy
It’s all forbidden but rather dandy

I guess that makes it worse
Because I’m aware
But choose not to disperse

I just stay and play
Put in another quarter and continue away
Knowing that it’s wrong

I recognise
I understand
I’m lucid to the fact that it’s all spiritually banned

What I don’t get
Is why I don’t relent

I know I should
I wish I could
I simply don’t want to

Perhaps I’m not ready
Perhaps there will be a time
Where I will give in to the sublime
Confess to the Lord
And drop my own dime
And admit that it’s time

To bend the knee
And beg to be free
Of this yoke
That is satan’s joke

To quench my internal desire
And avoid the lake of fire
A biblical quagmire
I wish to retire

The clock is ticking
And I am done picking

I have chosen my side
Of who I wish to confide
Just need a little help to abide
And confess my mess

My Father, my Lord
The keeper of the truth’s sword
I am the lost sheep
Who is uttering a peep

Sorry to be a bother Father, but you gotta minute?


Tug of War Whore

Mirrors
The detection of reflection
The surface with a purpose
It shows all
The good
The bad

The smiles and tears that look back at us
And shows us our fears
Of lines carved
Into a once brave face
They show us the scars
Of our minds inner space

It never lies
But always shows the truth
The reality of the uncouth
It’s a perfect view
Reflecting all that you do

Nowhere you can hide
But a view in which to confide
Displaying the miles of the ride
Into life’s abyss
Just a self-dazzling kiss
Wondering what I might have missed

The answer is alot
The chain we all wear upon our neck
Is time’s anchor
Treating us with disrespect

The gravity of its weight
Pulling, sagging and nagging us
The fuse of existence
Providing a constant fuss

The fires of finality
Burns with unforgiving reality

This is the circle we all follow
The merry go round
We can never leave
Time offers no reprieve

So, try to enjoy
Life’s little ploy

Look deep into the soul of the silver sliver
Relish the ride of your life’s river
Look at the ripples and splashes you have made
Delight in its flow before the current fades

What once was a river
Soon filters to a drip
The result of life’s aging
Giving you the slip

It’s hard to let go
Of that once raging flow

That self portrait
That you see everyday
Just viewing your slow self-decay

It’s a cruel device
But what else can suffice?
To record your daily demise
And offer a daily view of a disappointing surprise

That your skin
Is carved by sin
A scalpel of greed, hatred, and loathing of your kin

The mirror is not your friend
It is a message
Yourself is trying to send

Look deep into the lines
See the truth that binds
That what shows in your face
Is simply a mortal race
That has lost its place
In exchange for something to chase

There is no good end to this tale
What you see in the mirror Is just you
Without your veil
Just something that shows your true self
Of a life wasted collecting dust on a shelf

Lie to the silver servant if you must
But know in the end
You will be returned to the dust
From once you came
A short lived somebody
Now a memory with no name

Just dust blown off the mirror
That once showed your truth and fear
Of how you wanted to appear

Here’s looking at you kid

The Mirror

Why are you so loud and proud?
Why must you announce your intent
Using Instagram, Tik Tok and X to vent

It is I who wish to say
I simply don’t care
Don’t care for this or that
Don’t care for your tit for tat
Don’t care where your mind is at
If your skinny or fat
If your honest or a rat

I simply don’t have any time for that
And even if I did
I wouldn’t lift the lid
On your boring bid
To be unique
An exclusive freak
A flavor of the weak
A digital clan of the meek

It doesn’t matter what you put in your holes
Or how you vote at the polls
It’s all the same
Of the powerfully lame
Who luv to watch you play the game
Of look at me and remember my name

Truth is
I care not
For your thought
I only care that your quiet
In your trust
That the masses
Have you in their lust
Because for me
Your one big bust

Not worth my click or swipe
Not my like or subscribe
Not worth my time
To be in your digital tribe

Your simply weak and loud
Of nothing to be proud
Just part of a lost crowd
That took a knee and bowed
To the lowest in vanity
Who trades their sanity

For a vacant hollow of a follow
A thumbs up, a pretty star
A worthless emoji or meaningless heart

All designed
To keep us apart
A separation of humanity
lost from the start

A comedic tragedy
Of 15 mins of fame
Empty and lame
It’s not you I blame
Just your addiction to the game
Of trying to be less of the same

Sorry
But I won’t remember your name

Men will never be women
And women will never be men
Didn’t happen now
Won’t happen then
I know it makes you mad
Not to be part of the latest fad
But in truth
You really should be glad

To offer resistance
Of your existence
As to who you are
Really stands to lower the bar
And it’s sunk pretty low so far

Perhaps you can help raise it today
And step away from the game they want you to play
Just say no to the freak show
Refuse the line they demand you to tow
Jump from the path of the demonic flow

Step away from the costume
They program you to wear
Reach down and see if you have a pair
Show your DNA that you care
If you dare

But I know you wont
I know you can’t
It’s easier to give up
And perform a childish rant

Of how I’m a “phobe” of some sort
A weak programmed response is my retort

You see, they have you and me
With illusions that we are free
I mean look at us argue
Over who has what kind of pee pee

It’s amusing and terrifying
But there can be no denying
They keep us in a state of division
It’s a calculated decision
Because they are on a mission
Of control
On who pays the toll
Of societies toilet bowl

They are the shitters
And we are the maid
They keep us fighting
And they get paid

It’s impressive
To watch them work
While they get males to twerk

It’s a diabolical game
That embracing your gender is a shame
But pretending to be something else
That will bring you fame

These are the people
We chose to lead
Who celebrates mutilation
To watch you bleed
The planters of a vile seed
To keep us busy
And away from their greed

I know my views are not welcome
Among the select few
But I simply refuse to listen to your spew

I am the alarm clock
That reminds you
You have a cock
I am the one who slaps your hand away
From the puberty block

I do this not to be mean
But because I’m keen
And you need to ween
From this construct
Of self-destruct

Disconnect from the boob tube
Put down the dildo and anal lube
Stop being a sheep you rube

It’s so simple to reject what your being taught
So wise to listen to your own thought
Look em in the eye
Tell them their caught
You know their game
You know whose to blame
Let go of empty fame

There's only so much I can do
To help you learn
Take your makeup case
And let it burn
Walk away from the high heels

These are simple brotherhood appeals
Come get your man card retard
You don’t menstruate
You masturbate
And throw gravy like a King
Why?
Cause you have a ding a ling.

See ya at the strip club, bub


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You know what’s ironic?
Sick, yet not iconic?
That I hate humans

I really do
I know it’s a rotten thing to say
But I see no other way
I see a lot of no good
I mean I wish I could
But I simply can’t
I’d rather rant
To the point where I pant
Like a tired dog
Nothing more than a miserable, insignificant cog
In a broken machine
That toils on, unseen

I just see the faults of society
Hungry for empty notoriety
Trying to fill a belly of despair
With overpriced, vile, putrid air
Mimicking the programming of the day
Proud and clueless of the words they say

It actually causes me great pain and shame
To be part of the inhumane game
Of the terminally lame
Which begs the question
Of who’s to blame?

What really pisses me off though
Is that we know what’s wrong
Were just too weak to fight
To bound by rules
To timid to make a move
Worried that others won’t approve

When in truth
We are a collective
Of the respective mindset
I suspect

What is needed
Is a uniter
A fighter
A leader
A cloning brain breeder

One that reflects
One that projects
One that respects
The general mood
In all its aspects

That we,
The down trodden
We,
The confused
We,
The unamused

Are tired of being abused
Sick of being used
Exhausted
At being confused

We want what is ours
Fanatically opposed
To the scars
Of the rectal receiving
In believing
The corpses who run things
Will ever give in
To the demands
Of the peasants who pay
Of the prey who prays
For a new way
A respite from decay
A better day
A revolution if I may

Yes, I said it
It’s nothing new
But something worth seeing through

Let it all begin
The purge from the sin
To hold those to account
For the mess they have made
The makers of the poison lemonade
They pour by the glass
And shove up our ass
Every single day

To remind us
Of the toilet bowl
They continue to flush
And remind us to hush
And not make a fuss

We are not a fecal feeder
We read our bullshit meter
We know
We absolutely know
Were just a little slow
A little divided, slightly misguided
And terribly out of the know

But that’s exactly how you like it
And this is why we fail

Your power is illusion
Our weakness is confusion
Your weapons are the tasty buzzwords
You program us to say
And we stupidly comply in every way

I applaud your command of the neuron
Your expertise of the moron
The greatest army in the world
Naive and unfurled
Ready to serve its master
And run to the grave faster
To make room
To welcome a new generation
To the doom
Of obey, comply and consume

You are the purveyors
Of gloom
The experts of the groom
Hovering over the tender cerebellum
Of which you comfortably loom

You sink your hooks
Deep in the womb
Relishing dropping the boom
Waiting for the command line
To input the sadistic coding
Savoring the program uploading
For a lifetime of servitude
Unable to disconnect
From this insane brain food

So, what is the answer from this cancer?

Violence, compliance, or silence?

Make your choice cognitive creature.

Unamusing Musing

The war on…
The war on this
The war on that
Always something to fight about
It’s enough to make you laugh

So, what are we fighting today?
A new path forward or keeping the old way?

Doesn’t really matter
What it’s about
As long as I can complain, scream and shout

I just want to fight
It doesn’t matter if I’m wrong or right
Just as long and I can force you to see the light

Of course, my way is best
That’s why I’m fighting on my side’s behest
You will see or else

There is a saying that I made
“Courtesy is the currency of conversation”

Though it lacks fascination
As everyone seems poor in this form of compensation

Words of war are such a bore
They seem to close the door
Of a hopefully receptive ear
Most simply offer a kick in the rear
Apparently, more valued is fear

What a shame
To engage in violent fame
A caveman cannibal
Not even on the level of an animal
Devolving into the primordial soup
Clueless and out of the loop

A futile attempt at evolution
That’s blind to its own solution
What a pity to graduate from the titty
And end up so shitty

A colossal waste to spend a dime of time
On anything other than the sublime

You miss what you don’t see
Because idiocy is comfortable and free
This is my side and that is yours
Stay in your cult you worthless whores

The division is immune to revision
They simply won’t change
But expecting them to
Is bordering on the deranged

It’s the way they want it
It fosters control
It places you firmly
In societies toilet bowl

Ready to flush
If you won’t hush
And comply
Not worth a square of two ply

The revelation is enough to make you clutch your pearls and scream
OH MY

But then again, my friend
It’s not love they send
But the denial of a knee to bend

And that is why it works so well
The refusal to relent
The rejection to ring the bell
Neither will ever give in

A guaranteed loss for us
And a huge win
For the elite’s sin

What a boring game to play
To display the shame for the day
Naive to the disgrace
Of the so-called human race whose out of touch
And out of place

It’s so boring
To scream to the sky
And ask why?

We all have been playing the same game for so long
Like a broken record repeating the same old song

I’m just tired
It’s to easy to see
This is how they want us to be

You can’t control us if were free
The illusion of division
Is what they want of me

But I don’t want to play
Them vs Us
They are not my rival
Not my reason
To worry about survival

They are my neighbours
They are my crew
They are my kin

They are the reason
That we as a nation
Win

I see why you rig the game
To keep us separated
Millions of minions with no name

Just a number you try to keep in a woke slumber

But the tables seem to be turning
As social media seems to be churning
Displaying a disgusting yearning
For freedom from your lies
That you constantly disguise
As the truth
How uncouth

But don’t worry
You can still fool the youth
Just not the experienced and long in tooth

Were on to your ass
The jig is up
The game is afoot

Just do us a favour
And stay put

We will be with you shortly
Reap the whirlwind
Of our fatigue
We are
Retributions league


The War on

War is the art of making a withdrawal at the bank
With checks written in the blood of patriots
Spending lives
Without a care or whim
Sacrificing body and soul
Life and limb
To justify a means to an end
The most vicious of my troops I send
To pillage a loot
Your cries of peace are moot
Its truly a tragic scene
For the continued slaughter
Of the fleshy targets
Of everyone's daughter

I surrender myself
As a modern-day martyr
This is what I do
I destroy them for you
Point, aim, click
And they explode on cue

Delivered death
Retriever of your continued breath
Until there is nothing left
The charred carcass I heft
To be tossed to the pile
Stacked deep by the mile
Offering a wicked smile
To intimidate
My target of late
The reaper of souls
Would like a date
Not picky
Of your attire
Or where to eat
Just where to hang you by your feet
So you swing to the beat
Of the ratty tat tat
And the boom boom gloom
It's a buffet of mayhem and doom
Your dance partners
Wear a pin and a spoon "KABOOM"

Pull, aim and throw
Watch the flesh
Separate and blow
Meat and greet
A disgusting show

Yes its quite fun
Fooling the simple
Almost satisfying
Like popping a pimple
But more fascinating
To watch the meek
Struggle like sheep

Taking orders for death
How would you like it prepared?
Well done, medium or rare?
How about vile and unfair
Without a care
Doing everything I dare
Laying the insanity of humanity
Bare
For all to share
In 1080p
For all to see
Or possibly 4K
To taste the flavor of the day
Bright and vivid
So you can get good and livid
And cry out "WHY?"
Do so many have to die?

A fair question to be sure
And I do concur
But humanity has it's lure
It's a hook
Its a crave
To control others
By filling the grave

Of the willing
To do the killing
Because they were told
By the rich and old
If they win
We fold
Were sold
They will break our mold
And end up cold

It's truly a rotten game
This thing called war
It should be called
The nothing of evermore
Because...
Nothing
Ever
Becomes
More

The nothing of evermore

Everything costs before it is earned
Every want, desire and need from craving for love to yearning to breed
It all costs to launch that seed

From that milky goo to produce a few of you it costs to fling that spew
Then begins the great debate what will we get at the end of our wait
A whore or a hero? A genius or a zero A savior or a Nero?
Well, that is the question waiting for the result of your erection
Trying to figure out the next step
Deciding if you should have looked, before you leapt
But to late for that second thought
You launched the missile and it's been caught
Deep in the silky silo of mystery soon to spit out your history
A carbon copy of you spewing its own goo from every orifice
This is the result Of a 30 second grunt in a cunt
A loud, clueless, wrinkled savage looking for a nipple to ravage

I was just looking for a good time not a hole to drop all my dime
Or donate all my time
Yes, you have been a victim of the penis fly trap
Perhaps instead you should have grabbed the stick and gave it a flick
And choked the lil prick till he puked before having it rebuked
But much too late to masturbate
You signed your fate you're a daddy now mate
Time to stand tall and take the fall for the family's call
You lead your crew to teach the new how to see and what to do
How to play and plunder you're their hero and their wonder
Don't fail in this enormous task refuse drugs and put down the flask
Put them before you sacrifice in all you do
The rewards are deep but few
Doesn't matter though because they are you're crew

They will be a pain and a pleasure your own private treasure
They will test you they will push you
They will do their job and you will do yours
You will teach them you will reach them
You will find moments of joy and rage
You will watch them write their own page
They will always be yours as they open and close the doors in life
You will grieve for them and share their strife as they will for you
They will grow and they will go and take with them what you know
They will make it through a lil mini you

They will return someday to see you on your way and say thanks
For sticking around after that fateful pound
And second thought of having your DNA caught In the factory of flesh
So glad you didn't run but stuck around to call me son
I'll miss you when you go but always remember I'm in the know
Because of what you did show you're my crew and were of the few
Who remained after you blew your goo

Been a fun ride I must confide now it's my time to be at your side
As you move forward toward your demise and away from the thighs
That started this journey from orgasm to gurney
Don't worry father you did your best
You programmed me to take care of the rest
I may not have been your plan or even your biggest fan
But it when it came down to it you stood up like a man
So, in conclusion I forgive you

The fate of Procreate

Come on
Come in
The show is about to begin
Though it's actually already been in full swing
It's the human zombie show
A disgustingly curious thing
Plenty to see
Of the curious free
Who offer their veins
For all to see
Showcasing the latest
In absolute venom
A sacred intravenous plenum
Bringing with it
Another day of shit
An addicts tribute
From a worthless twit

I know it's a horror show
To fight uphill through the flow
I know it's easier to just give in
And tell the poison
"Hey you win"

But if you won't fight
Then why should I?
It's more merciful
To let you die
Then to bring them back
As the devil's snack

I say, put the Narcan away
And let the chips fall where they may
Why continue
To rescue those who run to the fire
It's clear to me that misery is their true desire

If you offer help
And it's slapped away
There's no shame to leave them where they lay
They have found their grave
And are committed to being a slave
To their chemical romance
It is the needle with which they dance
They have abandoned their chance
For a different happenstance

It's ok to let them go
They never wanted to be in the know
That help is there
That people do care
Willing to fight their despair
But if you won't fight
Then why should I?

I've grown numb to your resistance
Deaf to your insistence
That you can't
You simply don't want to
And that is what's true
Fear of something fresh
Scared of something new

It's not that I'm unwilling to help you
I just know you won't see it through
And I grow tired of your lie
Of pretending to try
While preparing to die

So, I will spare us both the expense
Of trying to keep you in the present
While you inject yourself into the past tense
Anything else simply makes no sense

The dance with the lance

Come my cattle
Come my sheep
Waddle to the place
Where I tell you to sleep
Stop your thinking
Don't utter a peep

We are in charge
Of you and your thought
We pay for your ass
Your life we bought
Don't fucken whine or moan
It's you and your ass we own

Yes, we now say this to your face
We no longer need to hide
We own the human race
Do you think we ever really care?
If you do
Then you deserve the misery you share

We can't help but laugh at all you fools
For years you've been our slaves
And our obedient tools
We trained you like dogs
And baited you like fish
Now with the world on the brink
All you can do is wish

Pathetic that you have lost your sight
Despicable that you have no fight
You deserve to be fleeced like sheep
Instead of standing up for yourselves
You cower and weep

We feel no pity or remorse
You gave us this power
And set the course
So please continue to wallow in shame
You only have yourselves to blame
As we continue to play our game

OBEY!!!

Owned

"Ah", the information age
Click, click, click
Is all the rage
With a tap and a swipe
I keep the content ripe
And lock myself in a digital cage

Don't unlock it
Or let me out
Without your input
I may just pout
Unlimited data
With glee I shout
The likes I get
Is my ego's clout

See me, hear me and watch me be
Doing the mundane
For all to see
Follow my content
And subscribe
Please belong to my digital tribe
As I offer you a binary bribe
Of the empty, sad and alone
Keeping you hooked
And glued to the phone
With mediocracy and some glitz
It's my soul sucking message

Called the dollar raping cyber blitz

All I care for you and yours
Is the attention I get
From you worthless whores
So open your wallet and pray to me
That liking me isn't free
Ain't I cute?  "Tee hee"
Now pay me and leave me be
"Don't forget to like and subscribe"

Like and Subscribe

What a joke
What a laugh
People stressing
The overdraft

Oh my
Oh me
How much will it be?

Can I afford to pay?
Another unfair bill today?

Such is the way of the corporate ladder
To send paper with numbers
In order to get fatter

I laugh at your effort
To rob me long distance
Instead I smirk
And return resistance

It seems odd to me
That people fret
Like they'll ever collect
Is what I bet

I wait for it all to collapse
For corporate America
To fall into relapse

Then look at the greed
And what they have brought
How much blood from a stone?
Is my thought

I love to laugh at these greedy misguided fools
Sending paper numbers
To obedient tools

When they send you pictures of numbers
Send them pictures of money

And laugh, laugh, laugh………..

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Greed

I find it fascinating
That we are all
Temporary
This little life trip seems unnecessary

But its needed
To test your soul
To see if you'll drink from the toilet bowl
Of this existence that we create
How do you want history to read your fate?

Were you worth something to rate?
Or a result of daddy's need to masturbate?

He should have launched you in a tissue
You're really nothing more than an issue
To be ignored
Though I know your bored
You may beg to the Lord
Or fall upon your sword
That you sharpen
With drug and drink
Quizzical little choice
Don't yah think?

Too many questions
And few answers to be found
It's the reality
Of idiocy's sound
Pass me the chemicals
And pour another round

I need to be numb to put on my shield
It's the fog of blankness
That I wield
As I wait in the concrete field
And look to the sky
Questioning who, what and why
Waiting to die
To find out if it was all a lie

It is with these thoughts
I breathe a heavy sigh
And pray, I receive my wings
As I'm ready to fly

Fascinating

To the King who gave us this thing
Of life and love
All was given from the heights above
With the hope of dreams and wonder
Which sadly has run asunder
And dipped into the facade of arrogance
It was always stupidity that we had to romance

You ever wonder if this is the way it was supposed to be?
The book was written with a beginning and an end
Were we really meant to get kicked out of paradise to fend?
Was this all a biblical test? It's a bit curious I must confess

Was it a wager between the two? to see what we would do?

Perhaps it was our fate to take the bait
Maybe we were meant to fail
We were given a choice, fit with a voice
To object to the serpent's plea to open our eyes and be free
From that tasty poison little apple forever with existence we grapple
Was it the choice that was the test?
Or our instinct to resist that we gave a rest?
Either way we did fail
And from paradise we did bail
Never to return
But simply end up in an Urn
A charred pile of ash
Resting in a vessel, that seems rash

Fascinated by this turn of events so long ago
I simply wish to know
Whose to blame
Who fucked up? what's their name?

Not that it's anything I can change
But admittingly making me a bit deranged
Was it her? Or him?
Did she eat the damn fruit on a whim?
And what about him?
Was he nagged, gagged or just a wimp
Stupid shit was a simp
Probably said yes dear out of fear
Then lied to God the sorry sod
I blame them both

Instead of running around naked hanging with a Lion
It's another fucking robocall I'm denying
Yah thanks Adam and Eve

Should have had me there instead
I would made sure that snake was dead
Made a belt out of his ass
And smacked Eve for almost fucking up paradise

I know that's not nice
But neither is what we have now
So, relax don't have a cow

Just a lil spiritual what if to give the ol ticker a lift
Think of it as a meaningless gift
That you just didn't need
Something to tickle that cerebral seed
As you hurtle towards your last day
Which by the way
Is courtesy
Of a lie that was bought without a thought
From a fruit dealer, soul stealer, and deceptive appealer
To a girl named Eve, who believed a snake
And doomed us all to eat cake
What a fucking flake.

Eve fucked up

It's a joke to be woke
You silly bloke
You're listening to vile folk
Blinding you with political smoke

Dousing your brain
In a putrid soak
Of the evil, daft and deranged
Feeding you lunacy
Of the mundane
Its quite comical
And really insane

To believe it
All to be true
Question it not
Says the elite few

Make sure to tune in
For more mayhem and sin
This is a fight you cannot win
Just accept the program
My has been

We have you and your kin
As we toss your morals in a bin
And serve you a morbid din din
Of shit that makes no sense
While trying to erase
Your programming's past tense
And insert the new
Wicked woke ways
Erasing good past days

To break down your defense
Of knowing wrong from right
To block your sight from the light
To curtail your will to fight
To destroy your mental might
And supplement it
With a revolting blight

Of disgusting attitudes
Paying the ghastly
Platitudes of cliché
While celebrating it as a new way
For the progressive decay

To tell a lie long enough
Will begin to produce fluff
And spread like a plague
Infecting the mindless and vague
Who never bother to question at all
And simply sink to their knees
In an obedient fall
And listen to the call
Of the demon's song

Repeating the lyrics
They know to be wrong
Evil knows its audience well
They are the salesmen of hell
They know how to quell
Your objection to the infection
From which you swell
And revive you
From where you fell
Away from reality and logic

It's why you were picked
Why you were licked
As a delicious treat
You were always someone
Who could be beat
Into submission
For this horrific mission
Of not questioning your leaders
But being cerebral bleeders
Spewing on cue
What the elite few
Tell you to say
You're the robot
For the day
Paving the way
For the wicked to play

But I pray
For it all to end
So, we can all mend
My heart for humanity I lend
My will against evil
Will never bend

Begin transmission

The outty and the inny
Fleshy repeated stabbings
Produce a ninny
To be tossed to the fray
And taught their worth for the day
Is to obey
What we say
Of how, when, and why to play

Its your moral decay we crave
Your wide-eyed innocence
Is all the rave
As we brand you
A useful slave

Here's your collar
Go chase that dollar
My fun lil peasant
Time to chase the life of the unpleasant
And know my luv for you is not heaven sent

Quite the opposite
Ya lil shit
We care for you not
Your parents should have thought
Before they put pole to hole
They were condemning you
To exist in a toilet bowl
Of the insane and mundane
Where the reign is pain
And you have nothing to gain

We must confess
That as you progress
You continue to lose
The ability to amuse
And entertain
What was once a charm to behold
Now simply boring an old

We just wait for your mortal coil to fold
So, we can raise another
To call them brother
And let them know they are another
And to assume the role of a mother

Because your inny
Spit out a ninny
It's our job
To decide for the slob
What they worship
And grind with their hips
They are what we tell them
With genderless lips
You're not a he, she, them or they
Just simply a toy for the day
To be played
Then thrown away

We care not what's between your legs
Your simply spoiled eggs
That won a race
In a clueless womb
Such is the case

It's comical to see
The genderless free
Argue where to pee

The flesh factory only makes two
One is pink
The other blue
There is no mix or match
When you arrive
"its" already attached

If you have a complaint
Of the equipment given
Or dissatisfied
With what your living
Might I suggest
That you confess
You don't have a clue
That you're the few
With balls of blue
Or twat of not
Who wholeheartedly bought
The governments thought
That you are not
Who your supposed to be
That your blind
And can't see

You were custom made
One of a kind
One in a billion
A rare find

But you listen to their putrid word
And allow them to keep you in a herd
It's a sad display
From an amateur nerd
You're an individual!
Or haven't you heard?

Listen to your heart
Not to the confusion
They impart
God got it right
From the very start

He made you who you are
And what you are to be
He gave you the knowledge
And eyes to see

Open them and be free
And stop worrying
About your damn pee pee

Kool Aid anyone

Of course, I worry about the end
I gotta fractured soul
That needs a mend

Yes, I do believe
I know I'm a sinner
Who needs a reprieve

Too far from righteous
Then I care to be
But to be honest
Not sure what it means to me

I try to be good
But truthfully
My intentions are misunderstood
Especially by me

Isn't it a bitch
I crave a criminal itch
That forbidden fun
That keeps my soul from the son

I want no consequence of my action
Just want to quench my desires
With pure satisfaction
And zero reaction

I just want to do what I wanna do
With no liability
From the biblical crew

At least I'm honest in my desire
To dance with the flames of the fire
I don't want to dip my toes in
I just wanna play with a lil bit of sin
Have some fun
And stick the tip in

I don't need the floor show
To hell's gate
Just some mental images
To use and masturbate

Is it the fuel of testosterone
That drives my bone
Far away from the throne?

Perhaps an empty sack
Is the way to attack
The morals that I seem to lack

But in order to empty
The genetic trash
I have to do things
That internally seem rash

Damned if you don't
And damned if you do
Either way you seem screwed

So, what's the answer
To this spiritual cancer?

Kiss the flame
And place blame
On being weak, meek?
Or admit a desire to be a freak?
Either way it's clear
There's a leak
Dripping from day one
Draining your morals
And increasing your fun

Until it's plugged
You will remain unhugged
Bare, blank, vacant and hollow
With a pitiful path to follow

Look to the G.P.S. for the route
God's Plan Says
Turn around and be found
Or forever rot in the ground

G.P.S. (God's Plan Says)

Welcome

Send me your tired and poor
Says the lady with the lamp
A symbolic marker
Of where to come camp

Come to the land of the free
We have much to offer
Can't you see?
Stand in line
For multiple freebies

Don't bother to work
We have your back
For us it's common sense
That we lack

Enjoy the services
That we provide
For were too dumb to protest
I must confide

Use our laws against us
For we are to weak
To make a fuss

Does anyone wonder
Why we give so much?
Our generosity
Seems out of touch

To leave your home
And migrate here
And demand we serve you
You must revere

We will help you succeed and thrive
While our own struggle to survive
Push aside the homeless
There barely alive

Perhaps I complain too much
Maybe I'm the one
Out of touch

I have no desire
To deny anyone a chance
But our own come first!
Is what we need to romance

Anything left after that
Will gladly be given
To make you fat

So, with a regrettable sigh
Please pack your bags
And say goodbye
While we work to fix this lie
That we are all equal in the land of the free
Just as long as you pay me

Welcome

There is a whole country of cripples
Who cannot stand any ripples
In their day,
How they play
What they say
In any kind of way

They pride themselves
On their conditions
Their multiple mental afflictions
Of I have this and that
I suffer from that and this

Allow me to clue you in I don't give a piss

Your weak of body and mind
You're a victim of your own kind
You seek to be unique
Looking for that one disorder
To make you a King freak

To allow you to be special
Amongst your peers
To collect the empathy
And suck up their tears

How brave you are
To struggle along
And self-medicate
With phallic shaped bong
And wonder why
You can't think straight
That's why they call it DOPE mate

In case you haven't a clue
Allow me to educate you
The USA is done
We've had our time
And our fun
But the next generation
Is on the run
Not from the enemy
But from themselves
Because they've left their mind on the shelves
To be bought by the corporations
That teach them their fucked up
They have ills
Which can only be solved
With a handful of pills

It is a sickening display
To watch the youth
Believe in their weakness
Their personal issues
Becoming currency for their behavior

One day it will become clear
To those in military gear
That they are not worth fighting for
They are simply a self-serving whore
With bottomless entitlement
And no intention to support or aid
On how this country was truly made
Through blood, sweat and tears
Not issues, conditions, and personal fears

It is a sad and pathetic joke
To watch victims of the woke
Who wears their afflictions
Like medals in a war of the bore
They truly believe in their personal fight
And use it to show their right

But really are blind as a bat
And will never understand that
They are simply a weak, worthless, twit
And in reality, nobody gives a shit

C.O.C. Country of Cripples

Welcome to the fuck it bucket

With digital pigs
Slopping thru the binary till
Choking down the vile ill swill

Yum yum yum
How boring and glum
Safe and easy to be dumb

Can't be mad If you don't know shit
Just be a good slave, shut up and sit

Your so cute the way you think your free
Instead of an obedient slave to me

Remember the apple in Eden?
One bite and we all got screwed
Remember Apple?
The digital master who takes a byte outta you?
And were still screwed

I offer you my electronic leash
Program, brainwash and command me, Capiche?

Don't fight it luv,
Just obey my lil dove
And know deep in your heart my kindness is not from above
Quite the contrary, my lil dingle berry
Your submission is quite scary
Easier than first thought
And much cheaper to be bought

Tunnel vision twits
Sucking that screen of colored bits
You worthless Apple cart whore
Blind as a bat and looking for more

Insatiable in your thirst your weakness is the worst
So, here it is simply
Your cursed, immersed and won't disperse
So I invite you
To the first line in this verse

Welcome to the fuck it bucket

Apple

Sometimes you need
We all need
To step outside ourselves
And take another look
Grab a break
Pretend, dream and otherwise fake

That you know what's going on
Which path to take

Then again
Its good to roll with the smoke
Giggle at nothing
And share the joke

Yes, I know
Drugs are bad
Simple parachutes
For the mad, sad and glad
Looking to follow the latest fad

Ho Ho hee hee
Puff puff pass
Don't be greedy

Plenty to go around
Hoochy hound
The magic mess
Comes from the ground

May I introduce you
To the sound?
And lift the veil
Of the deep long inhale
Hold on to the smoke
Then exhale
Wait for the rush
Then enjoy the silence
Of the mental hush

Watch the day melt away
Take your thoughts out to play
Beautifully lazy
Is all I can say

Come come
Bring your lips and a lung
Time to play hooky
And get them eyelids hung

Mary, Mary
How does your garden grow?

B.U.D.S.

Bring Us Delicious Smoke

Wonderful girl,
Come take my mind for a whirl

Emerald

Women have an inny
Between their legs
Every year she gets a dozen eggs
Sometimes she cracks one open
Then begins the hoping
That the baby comes out right
Perhaps a child of the light
Or a creature of the of the night

No one knows
What on the inside grows

It has got to be scary
Not knowing if it will be
Fair or hairy
A John or a Mary
Or a cross dresser named Larry

To take that seed
And plant it deep
And wait to see what you reap

9 months
For a surprise
Between your thighs

A screaming pile of wrinkled skin
A baby is what you win
An addition to your kin

Something to watch grow
And add to the show
Of the dim witted and slow
While you bask in the afterglow
Of maternal bliss
Relishing a mother's kiss

Now comes the greatest game of all
Building a human for life's call
A tall order indeed
Growing this cerebral seed
Fulfilling all they need
As they speed
From want to greed
From follow to lead
From joy to bleed
Hoping they follow
A good creed
In this existence
You brought them to

They were the winner
In the ejaculate race
The fastest DNA
In your womb space

All you can do is hope and pray
They come out the right way
And make their worth for the day

This sexual roulette
Is a complete gamble
An utter ramble
Into the unknown
A chemical throw of the dice
Snake eyes
Between your thighs
Damn, crapped out

Don't worry
Just pour another drink
And I'll give you another shot at the pink

Load and lock
As you park your cock
In the fun funnel
The mystery tunnel

Let the good goose fly
You know the flight plan
Fill me up and be a man

Then 18 years
To show them the ways
Of who, when, and how to play

It's quite a trip
From pole to hole
From crawl to walk
From walk to grave
And in the middle
A useful slave

A mind-boggling ride
To be shot
From a cannon of flesh
Then born
Bloody and fresh
Integrated into
Society's mesh

And begin the countdown of your life's clock
If you only knew what awaited
You would wish your daddy masturbated
In a sock

On second thought, skip the eggs
I'll have some toast instead.

Tunnel of Mystery

One of the hardest days of my life
Was when I became
"a nice man"
It was a terrible day
Because I had no plan
That my love was slipping from me
And I was no longer who I used to be
Dementia
Ripped the memory
From her mind
That I was her son
Now I was just somebody who was kind
No longer to her was I me
Her eyes were open
But her mind was to blind to see
One of the hardest days for me
Being unable to set her free
Just a "nice man"
With a spiritual plea
Just one more day
That she'll remember me
Please remember me!!!

Stranger

Observation
Of the situation
Requires contemplation
Of the devastation
Throughout the nation

It's a sad realization
At our fascination
With mass retaliation
To satisfy the need for
Instant gratification
Of your mental castration

In histories evaluation
Of your predication
To take a mental vacation
And force the eternal sedation
Of those innocent to your revelation
That you are beyond condemnation
And your act was an abomination
Drenched in trepidation
And beyond imagination

It is with genuine fascination
That I offer this validation
Of your dedication
To your insane fornication
Of this nation
I pray for Salvation

Repeat the Beat

Within a tear I shed
Lists all the deeds
I dread

Things that I have done
From which I wish I could run
Or perhaps bury in the sun
So, they would burn away
And I wouldn't have to pay

But let's face the truth
There is no wisdom
In youth
I don't mean to sound uncouth
But there are things I regret
And upon reflection
Situations I wish I never met

It's a rotten feeling
To be reeling
That others have been hurt
From things I have done
Its self-pity and shame
That make me want to run

A self-loathing of adolescence
Of doing things
That made no sense
A mistake of the past tense

They say there is forgiveness
But I don't want to be forgiven
I want another chance at living
I want to do it all again
And know all the answers beforehand
I don't want mistakes
I don't want regrets
I want to cheat and hedge my bets

Is the honesty of my intent
Beautiful or hell bent?
Or just a soul letting itself vent?

I've done wrong to a few
And for that parts of me
Will forever feel blue
It's not something new
Just something you accrue
As the time carries on

It is with a downward gaze
That I wish them the best
A long and peaceful rest
A plea of spiritual behest

The scars I retain from our time
Have taught me the sublime
For this my gratitude
Pales to your loss
I gladly offer my salvation
To replace you on the cross
And show my repent
That my love for you
Is Heaven sent

For I am human
I am weak
I am meek
It is of sin that I reek
It is your forgiveness
I seek………

Please forgive me……

Absolution

To me at least
It's become clear
We are the animals
The ones to fear
It's the wildlife
That's civilized my dear

They are the ones
That deserve the chance
Its simply survival
That they romance

We on the other hand
Have been given to much
We live in arrogance
And are out of touch

Were to fat and complacent
And merely adjacent
To the mundane of days
With nothing to do
With nothing new
Waiting for drama
Created by the few
To help get us through
To the next something new

It's a boring existence
With little incentive
To offer resistance

This is why I believe
That we should give up
And give it all back
To the "lower" forms of life
Who know not of hatred, greed, or strife
Who are ignorant in deceit, racism or vanity
Who simply coexist with nature
In logical sanity
Who just live for the day they are in
Who are free from the chains of sin

Who look at us
With confusion and disgust
It is with this wish
That our sacrifice is a must
That we return to the dust
And extinguish our lust
Of the vile carcass
In which we rust

You know deep down
I am right
It's ok to agree
It just means
You have the sight to see
And understand the plan
Of the eventual
And reasonable
Departure of man

A once great creature
Now a laughable feature
Of an idea gone mad
Of the clueless and sad
A bi pedal fad
You should be glad
To rid us of the earth
Allow it to heal
And conduct its rebirth

Celebrate this simple solution
To rid the planet of human pollution
A most beautiful step
In our evolution

Belligerent Beasts

Send me your crazy
You're lazy
The hallucinogenic hazy
The sick mother fuckers
Who wanna see you pushing daisies

Gimme your sinners
Gimme your saints
Gimme that nine for problems
You claim to never propagate

You got no patience
You got no hope
No way to cope
The only skill you offer
Is slinging something to smoke

Be it from a barrel or pipe
Your failure is fucking ripe

So whacha gonna do?

Join me in the grave?
Or live in a cage?

Either way you're a slave of rage
The deeds of yesterday
Write today's page

Is this sinking through the layers of insanity?
Or is it blinded by worthless vanity?

Come tell me your sad tale
Your miserable story
Your existence that you fail

It's ok that you're worthless
It's ok that you're hollow
It's quite easy to see
That it's evil you follow

From the beginning
To the present
You never had a chance
It was always failure
That you had to romance

I don't blame you in your need
To feed your greed
Though I do question your methods
Upon which you proceed

Do you ever look at the pattern that you follow?
Indeed nothing new
And quite violently hollow

Ever wonder if you're better than trash?
Or is the need for quick satisfaction
Seem rash?

I have always wondered
About the need for recognition

Is it really satisfying?
To recognise one's self addiction?

Thoughts to contemplate
Of your self worth's fate

A lifelong pursuit
Of green paper's debate

Such a trivial pursuit
I rate

Whacha gonna do

Digital is the Devil
and my
Does he revel
In the details of sin
A vile lottery
That everyone will win
Big winners
All around
Clapping happily
To the sound
Of feeding morbid pleasures
In unlimited measures
A buffet to be consumed
At your leisure

Please sit down
Grab a plate
Gorge yourself
On a snack of fate
It's a lovely repast
Full of hate

Plenty to go around
To add the pounds
And continue to drag you down
To the sound
Of the bell, buzz, and ding
Like Pavlov's dog
You've been trained to listen
For that satisfying ring

So, you can answer the latest tweet
And drop your head to meet
That soul sucking screen
Filled with programming
From the unseen

It's sad they have us by the neck
And shaped us into a
Media seeking wreck

Bowing when that yank that digital collar
While dangling that virtual dollar
With you craving more as you holler

Gimme more
Without it life is a bore
I'm a drama seeking whore
Feasting on the endless gore

What is really sad about all this
Is that we accept it as bliss
Instead of realising
We are amiss
And lost in a digital fog

Stuck in a binary bog
Nothing but a robotic cog
Going round and round
To the sound
Of the bell, buzz, and ding
Like Pavlov's dog
You've been trained to listen
For that satisfying ring
Master of it all
An empty King

Being Human
Used to be a thing
Now just a temporary fling

A waiting room
Before the grave
Nothing but a digital slave
This is what technology gave
A spiritual raping
Is all the rave

We need an E.M.P.
To pull the plug
And set us free

EASN

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