It's poison by any other name,so
let's call it the politics
of the insane.
We have a boom
then
another boom and when there's not
enough room
we bomb someone.
So we call it a war and say,
there are militants and terrorists kicking down the door
and today we must stop them,
we must hold them at bay,
so
we bomb families who pray to their own prophets
in lands where
there are profits to be made.
When it all turns to dust we call it a bust
and wait for the boom to return.
A capital Idea from capitalists who sit in the rear,
on their rears and direct operations,
like surgeons with scalpels they incise the healthy,
issue more wealth to the wealthy,
build more machines to distribute toxins
dioxins and cancers sold by
necromancers to the rancid and putrid and,
(what about Euclid?)
an algorithm of this geometry means **** all to me
all I can see is death.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
It's poison by any other name,so
let's call it the politics
of the insane.
We have a boom
then
another boom and when there's not
enough room
we bomb someone.
So we call it a war and say,
there are militants and terrorists kicking down the door
and today we must stop them,
we must hold them at bay,
so
we bomb families who pray to their own prophets
in lands where
there are profits to be made.
When it all turns to dust we call it a bust
and wait for the boom to return.
A capital Idea from capitalists who sit in the rear,
on their rears and direct operations,
like surgeons with scalpels they incise the healthy,
issue more wealth to the wealthy,
build more machines to distribute toxins
dioxins and cancers sold by
necromancers to the rancid and putrid and,
(what about Euclid?)
an algorithm of this geometry means **** all to me
all I can see is death.
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