(On the count of one
Four and Two and One)
I’m screaming cats and dogs
And it’s raining bloody murder in here
I’m a jack of all tirades
Just a bloody little sidewalk smear
You got me twisted up and tightened in a blurry little bomb of a knot
Take caution with your question cuz the answer will be sold and thought
Cuz everything and, is also everything not
And all your tragic fire fell asleep and forgot
That everything stands, and therefore everything walks
And all our fragile dreams will stagger lonely off the clock
And everything is always forgot
(That’s just what things are)
Cuz everything and is always everything not
(Just gaze on any one burning star)
And all our wormy thoughts are bottle-necked,
Cuz our slimy minds are caught in a clot
So toddle over to your barstool
It’s not a teeter-totter it is a level playing field
Just feels like a see-saw, cuz that’s all you ever see-saw around you
And that’s your own damn fault if drinking’s all you do
But that’s all you can do
To pitch a cure to you
Is force your mind to a stand still
With all your chemical spillovers
Into a pill popper
You’re a pill lover
So move over
There’s always room where everybody knows you
Everybody knows your name
When everybody self-medicates the same
Damn downtrodden self
In this living, breathing bloody hell
You’re a canary in your own mind
You’re working overtime but it’s not paying back on your own damn dime
Reverse your mortgage, buy back your own two cents
Was never a sensible choice to reinvest your own monthly rent
In the same stale answer that expires after six months
Just re-digest all the thoughts you already over-spent
In developing your restless and over-developed six guns
How to make violence into a pun?
My explosive mind and heart are horrifically homespun
And I’m having a blast, turn my anger into something fun
Funnel my frustration into a single pin-prick
Delayed reaction to it, I love it
On the count of one
Everyone take account of the months
We’ve spent dying in the sun
While they dine with the finest ones
For something that is and is not
Fraught with the violence we have woven
We have spun all our emptiness
Into a goldmine for them
And everything we call “mine” remains in its otherness
To our brotherliness
And all our little sisterliness
All sold and bought
To the highest bidder
And yes, your highness, I am quite bitter about it
Of all that I have never fought, and all that you always have ill-got
You better believe I’ve got
Something blistering to say
About you and your petty, little ways
Cuz it’s about damn time,
In a big way,
This festering little dog’s had his goddamn dog day
So bite the hand that rocks the cradle to sleep
Rewrite their wrongs, rearrange and re-avenge all our disabled,
Squeaky wheels that fall on deaf ears
Blind all of our mind’s eyes, big man gives the oil to our fears
Patently unfounded, but the patent’s been extended
Another four years
Or so we audaciously hope,
With all of our dashed hopes
For all our well kept tears
And our unkempt beards
Betray our need for the man who betrayed our needs
So have another beer
With FEAR
Three cheers to our everlasting salud
I salute you, and your suicidal intellect that never moves
A muscle
Isn’t it funny
How we all get all jumpy
When we think we got a treat
Jump up jump up and get down
Get up offa that thing
And onto that mangled spine
That bruised retreat to your good time gal
And your good time guy
There is no reason why
The man
Who sings that beautiful “everything and” thing, and his big-band swing
Is only ever an empty grandstanding
Only ever and greatly exaggeratedly cleverly better, he
Only wants the better man
To get the better of a national plan
Of an historically rational
So-called civilization of so-called man
Of humanity’s bitterly buttery hands,
From whose grasp it always slips and lands
Into that old better man’s hands
And don’t you worry, with your worrier’s cry
I know you tried
But there’s always better luck on the other side
The grass is greener next time, man
It’s all in your outlook, man
Cuz it ain’t about the course of events
It’s about how well you planned
And how you see the emperor’s unclothed hand
For what it is,
And for what it’s worth
Yes, I’ve heard you say it’s all a scam,
But everything not, is also everything and
It’s an all-inclusive exclusivity, man
None of us gets the better hand
Physically feeble and outrun,
I’m outnumbered by more than one hundred and one
Defamations,
Falling to my own deafened ears
Voiced in unison with my own naked fears
No such thing as a reclamation
When we’d never have been stolen from
If not for the definition of a nation
Where’s my gun? I think I’ll have a nap
I’m having a blast.