The mighty monologue
Agape agog
Got green to mean
What matters
A manic mouth
Machine gun mount
The trigger stuck
By movement
Colour, grey, blue, or blacker than black
The artists mouth is the pallet
And the ego creates the funny crack
Where the title ‘artist’ is hiding
How does meaning happen then
Semiotics that sound like a drug
In relaying the truth from mouth to brain
Who is the hero?, the thug?
On and on the voice is sent
From the floating ball of matter
But if it’s from matter is it meant
To mean the truth
Or just patter
As they talk, humans kill
Each second, each hour, each day
Born to destruction where nothing is still
Extinction a circle around the pill
That we take to numb the matter