Please help the last dying man Caress me gentle maiden Stab me loving Brute & destroy me Ninth Crusade
Between all of these deeds I’ve seem to be just a tad shy on the pleas provided by We, the people
I just want the freedom I get from preaching my internal monologue to be shared amongst the gods and devils on my left & right shoulders The shrinks and pill-poppers on my back & streets Even to the minimum-waged coke-heads over at the convenience stores
When a clear-conscious is crafted and often misinterpreted The mischievous misfitted maniacs begin to adhere to the thoughtless criticism and go forth to self and peer destruction! The man of non-discretional flaccid progression stands high and mighty before a crowd of unrestrained deplorable rightists that never seem to get it right Yet We let it happen We think it is a sitcom!
All of us we just scream at how funny it is
Yet none of us will be smiling come the day of the last man’s death The gentle maiden’s true intention The limbs of Caesar and The Crusades as they all prevail