Pharmacopoeias
Pseudo psychedelic phantasms
Kaleidoscopic deliriums
Mushroom acerbic cloud igniting
Truth denying exposition
Chemical makeup
Dressed to kill
From seed
To harvest
To market
To dinner plate
To grave
In wooden box decaying
Infatuations with infrastructures in frustration
Genetically modified bullets
BT Corn ripping organs
Exposing the explosion
Imploding on a sunny afternoon in March
Ants on the streets
Trampled by elephants’ asses in the parade
Rats in slavery’s maze
Corporations’ corporate mandates
Sold out government conspiracy
To cover up the conspiracy of conspiracies
TV eyes ratted out you and yours
A fist-full of dollar bills
Some odd change to clink in the wishing well
Monsanto seeds die at plantation
Reincarnation of a deadly virus
Sow the soil and reap rewards of petulance pestilence
Ladies and Gentlemen
Sheeple of all kind
Come on out to McMonsantoLand
We have rides like GM-gO Kart Racing
The Circle Of Life Ferris wheel
Where you can see life from birth to death
In one short genetically altered cycle
And don’t forget to visit our horror house
The Organic Farmers’ Revenge
It’s guaranteed to scare you out of your overalls!
Let your kids loose in the
Government Playpen
Let them pretend to run the world
And see how much money
It doesn’t take
To own the government
Don’t forget to stop by Game Row
And play the BT Organ Exploder
Win some of our precious one-time use only seeds
And grow your very own food clones!
And if that’s not enough,
Try some of our delicious frankenfoods
But beware
They may try you first!
Come one
Come all
A perfect place for the whole family
McMonsantoLand!
Free unrestricted journal publications
Words are bombs, dropping ink and paper
Typeface whistle blower and in your face
Chasing stories and truth, free the gonzo
The revolution in print, internet, television
Notepads, computers, and wi-fi
Liberated publication for all open eyes
A world of free thinkers and literary fact
No comment from the silent advertisers
Their payment in truth concealing lies
The United Censoring Of America
The political principles of censorship
Glory or death, guts and congratulations
No justice, no peace, no surrender
We’ve got the voice louder than power
The accuracy of enigmatic liberty
what you need to say, is being taken away.
Both should never be tasted (let alone ate)
Both carry diseases that you can die from
Both are very popular with politicians
Both hide records from the public eye
Both secretly run the government
Both will fuck you for money
One is illegal
The other is not
But should be
Tangled and mangled
Earth's once pliable green skeleton
Is now just twisted cold steel bones
Reflecting our chemically induced ego trip
Into the heaven's judging eyes
I am no mechanic but I do engineer
We cannot go on like this forever
Crippling muscle and thoughts ability to bend
Until we can do naught but fracture and break
Where is the drawn line?
Must have used chalk
Must have washed away in one of those bailout floods
Politicians always have a boat waiting for them
Smacking civilian heads as they paddle along
But their blind eyes will not be shown mercy
From the ravaging wild fire they started
Only those of us who can swim will be safe
I feel like
a lot of us
are driving around on an
capital "E"
for emphasis,
Emotional
round-a-bout
Difficult.
Tricky.
On the self-sticky note.
I have no idea
what the fuck
I'm doing.
Guess I'm gunna
find out
when I
hit the wall in a
CRASH.
Or
I'll just
drive through the
cycle and make it work.
SHIT GETS BETTER.
My conclusion was
that because people
are animal-like
in our human
nature,
most of us always feel the
need to belong.
Which the possibility
of having
everyone
in the world
believing that
they belong
is brilliant and beautiful.
& If it was
dealt
in a pure form,
not laced,
not bought from a shady dealer.
Suicide probably
wouldn't happen
so much.
My fellow screw-ups
sick of being fucked over
"fuck-ups"
Now is the time to sharpen our swords
and strengthen our
mental armor.
A battalion of
dark, black clouds
are walking all over us.
Stealing everything we have
in little tiny shattered glass
broke path ways.
Until they can legally
get their
grime-slime
lime
green colored hands
on
everything we
have.
T.C.F-ucked
me over
to the other
red side of the bed.
But
only for you.
My sweet
broke-back,
ass-backwards,
cold-heart-ed
crooks.
Next time,
there will be
no
bail-outs.
