please alert me
   to a HIGH balance

alert me to the grapes
   ripening on the vine

alert me
  to the sun shining

alert me
   to some ******* glorious news

It's time he gets his well-merited fame;
Hard-drivin' Hunter, captured by his game.

the flowers
broken from the stem
have been vibrantly colored and trampled
on the sidewalk for weeks
withstanding days of passersby,

a despotic government in town
and citizens so filled with their jodi arias kind of love

knowing nothing of
their coming gulags
or how they can only fail

because the dumb mob is the city
the streets of the city
the boarded up windows of the city,
the defunded police department of the city,
the shattered glass of the city and the ****
in the streets of the city

it is only important to who might as well be no one,
but not to the men who will never be men
but not to the women who will never be women
and definitely not to the men who will never be women
a generation hated from all direction
failed before they even began, they will never begin
there will never be anything in it for them

they totalitarian so much totalitarian
not exactly wild or stallion
just sickly miniature horses
tough as owned prison ***** bronies

no hope
for the plastic garbage in the ocean
plastic garbage intended to pollute the ocean

never a time to get over things and move on
in an intellectually inferior time zone,
never a time to teach or learn about mao zedong.

haman is losing
but always has solid plans to cheat
the saints he hates
are marching forth
they march in every color
they march in from the fray

i can hear them in the night
i can hear them in the day
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of marching days

come on elijah
come on elisha
come with any plague as you desire
give it to them good
tell it to them good
from your mouths of fire

haman is kicking pregnant women in the stomach
haman is ****** children
and the self-righteous among nations weep to save him
they turn the day into yesterday
they demand all the say

i can hear them in the night
i can hear them in the day
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of deaf and weeping days

come on elijah
come on elisha
shut up the sky
command it get real dry
in their sanctuary cities
where the self-righteous among nations
pick and lick at all their pities

come on man
come on street preacher
preach it at eleven from the speaker
the self-righteous among nations
make a lot of noise complaints
so preach it to the saints they hate