Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Dances with Dead Presidents

Aristocratic arithmetic shoots through the Middle East
Holy lands morph their shrines, make way for the priest!

He'll feed you syringes, sex, and avian flu
His concubines will dance and leave your balls blue

Ballot cast, vote vote vote, John Smith must win
Careful though, these wolves would gladly eat their kin.

They'll get you to buy their loud safety rated car
Big Brother no longer only has to watch from afar.

Text books, Bibles, pamphlets of medical use
Lose them all! And add some rum to your child's juice

Lewis Carol giggled, and tripped through Wonderland
Now he can't buy anything that isn't government brand

This massive takeover, psychiatrists parade the street
Lobotomies for everyone, for a price you just can't beat!

Drinking my sewage, I need vitamins A and C
The Chinese give up, sip their pure green tea.

Advertised religion, on Costco's payroll since Jesus
Steve Jobs reads his sermon, makes sense of all of this.

There's a whole big world, where the all lemmings land
Science is at the scene, already taking command.

Space's frontier is bought up in international political greed
And for your health, mind and soul, please smoke some good weed.

Rumor spreads to Washington of Ohio hiding gas
Now Iraqis stake claim - irony up the ass.

Dead presidents rise, ask to ballroom dance
Terrorist housewives get lost within the trance.

The Russians, Church, and junk dealers hold hands and kiss
As society altogether dies deep in an abyss.

Living here, it's all moments, freaks, and words
You'll always step in shit but keep your head with the birds.

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