My brain’s insane, in vain.
Free(ends)
Or friends
Or fry(ends)
Either way they fry out eventually
~
Relationships (sunken)
Relationships(sinking)
Relay(shun)shh(hips)
Shaking hips and battleships
~
Drunken 12 pack minds
Killing brain cells
Shot by shot
No blood is poured
Just more liquor
~
Downtown
Weak ends
Breaking free from weak dens
That house your inhibition
~
House music
Is where you body calls home tonight
Bump and grind
Pound to the ground
Fist pumps and push up bras
STDS and open bars
~
2 bars is all it takes
to hang up all that’s
hanging you up
in the coat rack of your consciousness
~
Equalize
Your thighs with my
Phallic surprise
~
We can come until
Your son’s rise
Tomorrow, in mourning
~
Matricide
We are all guilty
~
Crude oil
Crude minds
Crude jokes
Are the naughtiest kind
~
Pelicans slicked,
Blackened from
Petroleum nightmares
Daydreams of green
Have left us this way
~
Who’s to blame
When were all insane
All sprinting for first place
In the human race
~
There
Are
No
Winners
Only the losers think that they have won
~
For the losers win lotto’s
Sperm jackpots
Yachts sailing 7 seas
Yet they cannot see
Beyond their ROLExs
~
X’s and Oh’s, Cheerios
Cheerleaders, false leaders
Trick or treater’s
Actors in theatres
Their roles are being played by
Marionettes attached to the past and to the unwrapped present
~
Tethered to materials (cooked)
Sunfish caught (hooked)
~
Open your mind
Or open your thighs
Either way
I’ll come inside
~
The youth has been crushed
Under radio waves
Surfing tell -a -vision
Channels for freedumb
~
Materials mater only
In the material world
Spirituality is only found
When they run out of breath
(Spir-i-tus |ˈspiritəs|
Noun -Latin term for breath , often used figuratively to mean spirit )
~
When the diaphragm
Turns to dieaphragm
We seek God, Lord, or
Will. I. Am
Where is the love y’all?
~
I don’t know
~
Mid life crisis
Rolled too many dices
38 years still driving just a Chrysler
This suburb is sub-urban
Job security subatomic
Tried to subsidize my lies
With another gin and tonic
~
Ethics erased by ethnics and race
Fifty years later we still judge by face
Appearance , impressions
perception, elections
we still vote the same
can’t elect new precedents
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