Sunday, February 5, 2017

Old Lame Ass Poetry

So They Say

Bang.  Shot down.
They heard it around town.

Only fourteen centuries ago, so they say.
But things are better these days.
These days we've got it made, so they say.
So they say.

Well, they say a lot of things.
Don't they?
As they wait until the bell rings
With naive anticipation of what tomorrow brings.

Crash.  Run down.
They heard it all around town. 

Only five decades ago, so they say. 
But things are better these days.
These days we've got it made, so they say.
So they say.

These days the our Bundy clocks are in digital.   
 

Tomorrow Starts Today

First verse was completely rewritten,
because it sucked. For this reason,
the first verse has been withheld

Because I will scorch this earth.
Tear it all down right now.
Just to see you smile.
Why I walk these miles.

I will scorch this earth.
Tear it all down right now.
Just to see you smile.
Why I walk these miles.

Fuck their god and fuck its plan.
I'll slap that bitch when I can.
Live for you, it's what I do.
Don't worry son, I'm cuckoo too,
And this they can't undo

(Instrumental)

I will scorch this earth.
Tear it all down right now.
Just to see you smile.
Why I walk these miles.

I will scorch this earth.
Tear it all down right now.
Just to see you smile.
Why I walk these miles.

I will scorch this earth.
Tear it all down right now.
Just to see you smile.


A Slug's Ending

Quietly he fades into the night. A soldier so loud. Once with so many dreams. Hopes to light a fire while pissing in the wind. To band and unite an energy chaotic and disjointed. It must be. The end of a tragic phase of failure. Empty handed and still banging his head on the pavement. The beat of a movement. A fleeting appreciation. His blood ignored. An internal dying, a thousandth shedding. He now buried under dirt. Transform and dig from this womb.
In a fortnight, reborn.

Flagship Forefathers

Self-ignorant, flippant, and deceitful. Self-absorbed, irreverent, and full of shit. Fully funded and pampered. Catchy slogans, merely the tide charts of fools. An apostrophe of wisdom to hide the sentiment: "This is going nowhere."


Another Madman Poem
A beast inside
I like him there
Their eyes
They cringe and shy

He comes out in times of doubt
World of object and waste
He sees through the lies
This industry of rape
It burns my eye
We need a new shape
Back to the beginning
The conclusion is never far
 

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