Pledge allegiance to copy-cat killers & cover-ups,

Nations that loss site of ancestor’s crimes & repeated the mistakes,

In the muito liberty that tyrants had before:

It’s all yours;

The colonies,

The land,

The spotlight,

The oil, is too, if “infidels” are just bodies.

 

History has digressed- form TIME & C-Span to E! & Fashion Digest-

What’s the world to do, with no revolution to;

Change their views,

See themselves,

To have a rest,

To start new;

Life has be come such a dusty demotion of dullness,

America what you’ve done to MY GENERATION,

Our world & the ones to come,

In desperation,

We hope someone will do our job for us,

As we sit, eyes focused on T.V. & zines,

On the bus,

To a metaphorical metronome of the end,

As we know it God will save us when the end is near,

As we know it we don’t really have to do nothing,

As I know it nothing is my fear;

To be around, about, inside, round the corner, with in a room, with something that is,

Nothing.

 

We’re concerned with celebrity gossip & what looks good,

& that’s all history text will say about us,

Our movie actors are presidents,

The all star QB owning a fashion line,

Welcome to the untied states of MacDonald’s,

Twenty dollar gas gallons,

Guzzling away life savings,

Grease in our blood,

 as we puff on our cigarettes on streets talking of texture on our shiny shin-high Spanish leather boots,

saying “ their as glorious as that on book that was read to us as a kid in church”

 

 

The selfish generation;

A change better come form you,

A lost & scared nation,

to become where the streets fill with trash & communities of slums,

but everyone is twice as handsome,

idioracy,

fools believe what their told & hold to rebuff,

“God is the way!” our balding pastor would say,

“Just accept him, into your heart(soul), & all excess of the earth, Will be all except you.”

Devolution,

Just another trick Karma had in store for the caging of nergoes & apes,

The lobbyist & politicians state their status & ideas of change,

To make it all different then the last four years,

But have they changed too much,

Are they there for their title?

Are they talking for you & me?

Are they our enemy?

Are we to trust their 90210 polished smiles, dead eye stares,

ears that are sucked into their heads, buy only his thoughts,

with is plain black suit & vibrant team’s flush tie,

how are we to trust those eyes,

pupils the deepest dark black that make wonder where he lost his soul,

does he expect to trust those hands,

phalanges stained with the third world’s blood & sweet,

the power of your hand shake is deceiving to most,

but I know where you’ve gotten it from professors & mentors on the ivory cost,

 

Have I gone mad?

But it seems we looking like piggy banks with change slowly rattling out;

Bosses say “time is money”,

My folks have said “life is time”,

So if I’ve done my math right & unite it with what I’ve be taught;

Life is money and time is a consent factor to ensure our life is full of wonderful work,

With social security on it’s death bed & capitalism at it’s prime of war taxes,

It sure sounds life a dueless life of labor,

My only insurance being common sense,

My only escape communist china or death,

In those to places you can probably smoke inside,

But anarcho death cults aren’t my style or in any sort of fashion,

So met in Hong Kong or Beijing,

I’ll be the breaded gentleman, cigarette in mouth, well red….