Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 14, 2006 0:13:52 GMT -6
Watched the angry man spat the obscenity
of how he’s getting his in his plan of plenty
swept the floor with the janitor who saw the whole thing
said it so clearly and then shared his last chicken wing
We downed a 40 like some Old English shoe polished
just shined up the cheeks enough to loosen the tongue
to proclaim the allegiance of the Almighty obscurity
of what goes so deep under scrutiny, the all seeing eye
is blackened with its own brand of narcissism
that only comes with a an $80 bottle wine and some roast duck
ala all the oomph loompahs had mirrors on their shoes
when walking near the ladies room, I know,
we swept up the shards of indiscretion and laughed
at the innocence of being a pure and unabashed cretin.
Watched the child starved on the moldy bread of someone’s
better intention of tomorrow, just hold on, just wait,
it will come right, they say,
I mourn the madness in the lie and swears allegiance to insistance
that there is some sort of entitlement to fucking up
some election to the chosen by means of robbery
and high alliance to otherwise trodden under, self wise…
the baby didn’t die form hunger, it was neglect
that lived like the cancer of a hollow life seventy years gone by
and the birthright of the grandchild is mild poverty
and angry spatting about plans of plenty
when the governor says, there just ain’t any…
and everyone forgot to oil the plow before it rusted away
let the weeds suck the nutrients out of the soil and be the rest
of the unobserved false lady bug….
The bottom of the 40 is the beginning of grinning
spinning and otherwise if it was some cheap stuff.
Hear the madness screaming because it is, it is it is it is
because it was never let go, it was never made so..so…
so..there you go…
of how he’s getting his in his plan of plenty
swept the floor with the janitor who saw the whole thing
said it so clearly and then shared his last chicken wing
We downed a 40 like some Old English shoe polished
just shined up the cheeks enough to loosen the tongue
to proclaim the allegiance of the Almighty obscurity
of what goes so deep under scrutiny, the all seeing eye
is blackened with its own brand of narcissism
that only comes with a an $80 bottle wine and some roast duck
ala all the oomph loompahs had mirrors on their shoes
when walking near the ladies room, I know,
we swept up the shards of indiscretion and laughed
at the innocence of being a pure and unabashed cretin.
Watched the child starved on the moldy bread of someone’s
better intention of tomorrow, just hold on, just wait,
it will come right, they say,
I mourn the madness in the lie and swears allegiance to insistance
that there is some sort of entitlement to fucking up
some election to the chosen by means of robbery
and high alliance to otherwise trodden under, self wise…
the baby didn’t die form hunger, it was neglect
that lived like the cancer of a hollow life seventy years gone by
and the birthright of the grandchild is mild poverty
and angry spatting about plans of plenty
when the governor says, there just ain’t any…
and everyone forgot to oil the plow before it rusted away
let the weeds suck the nutrients out of the soil and be the rest
of the unobserved false lady bug….
The bottom of the 40 is the beginning of grinning
spinning and otherwise if it was some cheap stuff.
Hear the madness screaming because it is, it is it is it is
because it was never let go, it was never made so..so…
so..there you go…
