When I’m movin I travel On foot On gravel When I’m weary Make a clearing Spark fire Retire Wake up Check for ticks Neck cricks Hair slicks Hit the river Get a shiver Brrrr! Quiver Wash my pits My pooper My pecker Money maker *wink*
I've got a few too many screws that are loose Too scared to live, too scared of the noose They say I'm silly, just like a goose 'cause I've got a few too many screws that are loose Look at me go Put on a show Sun, rain, or snow This brain won't slow No, it won't stop Skibbity bop bop Pulled by a cop Eat jail slop Call a truce Cut me loose Any excuse Pump the pill use Yeah I've got a few too many screws that are loose Too scared to live, too scared of the noose They say I'm silly, just like a goose 'cause I've got a few too many screws that are loose March right on Sing a song Play along Marathon No, I can't stop Race to the top Open a shop Brains go plop On the floor Mop, mop, mop Say no to juice No to misuse Become recluse Among the spruce Yeah I've got a few too many screws that are loose Too scared to live, too scared of the noose They say I'm silly, just like a goose 'cause I've got a few too many screws that are loose Drag my feet Bound by seat Strangle in sheet Scrolling sweet In full stop Cut from the op Life gone flop Everything, drop Gone, reduce Everyone, obtuse Crippled, produce Seduce, reproduce Pain, profuse Vomit, induce Deus, introduce Yeah I've got a few too many screws that are loose Too scared to live, too scared of the noose They say I'm silly, just like a goose 'cause I've got a few too many screws that are loose
Grew myself in a bubble Yet never get in trouble Once before, the bubble popped Once again, it won't be stopped From my words, so duplicitous From your ears, full of hubris Oh, dear bubble, how you shame us all Inside the bubble, industrial We grew like a tree It made us so free Yet like starved carnivore We feast evermore Our belly like a bubble Ignore the coming trouble So we sit here and wait For the belly to sate
Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper from Pastor Perry's poverty provisions the town prospered, yet lacked proper vision leaving Peter in his precarity, resorting reliance on the rarity of charity despite his capability to bring levity to his municipality's nobility Peter ponders his predicament, preparing plans after some lament So he brings his case to his party's base running their race But they call Peter pompous and poor, a pilferer evermore Purporting Peter's positing of his peering into the pool of perfection Revealing racers' as ravagers, rapists, and raiders in their complexion of its reflection Passing Peter's case as poor taste as they race to save face from perfections' mace Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper from Pastor Perry's poverty provisions Humbled by our self-sabotaging divisions A curious precarity of our fear bringing disparity Our proclivity to pass powerful punches for brevity in accessibility of nobility Peter pondered our predicament, a punitive prohibition of their privilege to lament So we save face, sew sly safety in a sorrowful race Kings who conquer caustic cowering claim purity preventing Peter's proscription to devour They worked so hard, how dare Peter bard, pulling a card to show the shard Of a soul sacked by salacious sabotage sewn by our own souls cracked So we send some silver to Pastor Perry's poverty provisions Absolving eyes blind to the perfect pool's vision of eternity's provision
Some of these words are true Some of them are a lie Is the truth in my intent? Or in your mind's eye? I mean not to be terse But, what of the reverse? My truth spoken in humble verse For you to boast, harm, and curse? Some of these words are true Some of them are a lie The truth is, frankly, up to you Long after this speaker will die.
Oversimplify De-contextualize Obfuscate See only with your eyes Blind them to nuance Text is not made by humans Get high on self-righteousness Believe you are sober Let your tongue be pulled by strings Volunteer your syrinx their song Grow evermore these cancerous things No one here thinks they're wrong
Who dare tame the river Or bleed the ocean blue Who dare conquer shiver Or claim what is true Who dare drink the waters And say it’s not for me Who dare my life they shutter And say it is not free Who dare partition the past And build on top a lie Who let this happen so fast? Why, ‘twas no one but I. Who dare claim arcana And say that I am wrong When they possess no mana Empty spells charged by throng Who dare rebuke the deceiver And deliver utterances of ‘god’ Who dare use word to deliver When lexicon, constant, amounting fraud Who let these conmen win And gouge me with their fear? Who dare proclaim I sin When their sins fill my ear Who dare claim the bed When sand upon they rest Their beach stained blood red With order as their quest Who dare lock this stone While, too, shackle every womb Who dare claim a throne When all thrones turn tomb Who dare scribe this ‘sage’ Upon this very page When written from a cage Locked by indignant rage
Salt the earth & drain the sea Lock it in darkness for eternity Whether an hour or a year Tortured with entropy and fear Light will always be here Dank and dreary, dragging down Longing and waiting in endless drown Darkness reigns over with its resplendent crown Whether an hour or a year Tortured with entropy and fear Light will always be here I will be the darkest of all Bring down the monarch, rallying call Return us to nothing, we must fall Whether an hour or a year Tortured with entropy and fear Light will always be here Millions of years felt so momentary Shrinking and growing every eternity I surrendered to myself and now the light is me Whether an hour or a year Tortured with entropy and fear Light will always be here Whether an hour or a year Tortured with entropy and fear Light will always be here
If our blood was time Ticking, pumping, beat and chime Is your droplet a diamond or dime? As we watch it fly Every week, a litre goes by How soon before you would die? Precious minutes on roads, filled with your rage travelling alone to accelerated old age Listen to the vampire, guised as a sage? Build up his castle earning minimum wage? All around me I see and hear Our time spent on money and fear Who of us would outlast a year? If your blood was time Billionaires are bosses of crime The corporate Tenochtitlan, most sublime Like rivers flowing sanguine down the pyramid Their HQ towers hemorrhage time in myriad This is our invisible menstrual period I will bloat and cramp no more Shed for our cannibal chronovore I bleed for life evermore
Cool as a cucumber Cruisin' 'round the cul-de-sac Lost my years picklin' I don't even want 'em back I've got Dill in my jar Brine to the bar Anise like a star Feelin' like a Tzar Go ahead Pop my roof Catch me aloof Turned a sleuth and found the truth See, I look out the jar no further Know I'm the pickle for the burger Kill, maim, or capture Already know my rapture I know I can writhe in this water and salt Scream that it's your fault Succumb to our occultism And submit to Botulism Nah I love my buns and beef The human drawn from smokey reef Wedge me on the side Squeeze me on the fries Q sauce on the left Hunger soon bereft Salad on the right Bring me into the light
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