Advocacy

[artolmaeus]

so, there's a bunch of writings, written writings written, written and written again

too much to read, so much to know, as above so below

Adrien Bellew uses feedback as his rudimentary notes

notes and codes and patterns and shoelaces that won't stay kept

that just get tattered no matter, see the Mad Hatter

something under the brim got into his blood, just got into him

secrets of secret societies, until you know the secret

then, it is just another carrot on a stick that was once

up someone's ass, as you can never reach it, you won't smell it

organized organizations pissing you off, saving you from all else

groups groupies and free for all group sex, sorry about that virus

but they all got the answer, private dancer, stealy necromancer

take the socks off the doorknobs, it's time to come clean

easier if you jack off in the shower, so I am told

leaders leading but what of the lederhosen, lead the chosen

those at least who can choose, leder geil, all the while

and nowhere to be lonely and just deal with the feelings

taking in all the double dealings

somewhere near Krakatoa, there's a good transvestite in a feather boa

telling the children something about something for something's sake

darling, darkling, silver spring, spandex shows everything, if only you are will to wag it

a king is a king, a dictator too, Imelda had so many a shoe

what to do what to do, Manolo Blahnik was so ahead of Eden's apple

you have no idea, unless you take time to really fuck with it and through it

all this distraction, where's the action, the action man, Charlie Chan, Charlie Manson once again

and the red button is pushed, the man in the boat gets rocked

and nowhere in the world can you go where a pill won't get you cocked

to shoot that load, need that release, pants keep a crease, Dita Von Tesse, please please

ever again, the necessary Devil, the ole scapegoat, the Mason's main man

you can find him in the internet, Baphomet, Septuagint gives him something Lent

run to the tent, there's a fool in there hollering out the truth, John Wilkes Booth

someone has to die, to hide something someone did, that you never knew to begin with

unless a secret society, well, initiates you, and then, yeah, yeah, you will know the FUCKING SECRET

it is an old secret, you are never enough without, and you need it, and I have it

and for a price, you too, you too can have it, give me what I ask and oh, how soon it will be yours

and you will be complete, or maybe you will just be healed, wheeeeee  wooooh  hullabaloo

and maybe your candidate is popular, and maybe your party is ever more considered

and well, they are considerate, of all free speech, unless you speak out, then, that speaking

that speech is some sort of 'ist, will get you on a list

and you say, here, here, put that fool down, how dare they,

but what of the action, Jackson, moonwalk that back

somewhere, you forget, the simple breath, not the Yogi's, but they have nothing to bear

they have nothing to lose, so anything is a win, if they get you on the line

but you'll be fine with that there Darshan man, run that secret samadhi past me

Kundalini and pink bikinis and little swimmy fish in the sea, fist me

beg it all stop, but if you become light, you are no more right, or wrong,

if you become enlightened, come closer, please, it is dark and I can't read this book

crook, snook, James Hook or Killian Jones, Davy Jones bones and cheap cologne

and it all stops, or it never ends, friends, let me put on my sneakers

and turn up the speakers

but what would you will, do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law,

and yeah, love is the law, love under will, that's right, Jack and Jill

gonna take a spill, get ill, on and off the pill, baby might come

maybe the baby will go, breastfeeding has become porn

and formula is like Silk, at least it is some sort of soy milk,

give me my autism, give me my shiny asperger's, spare those titties

don't let them wilt, and let me grow my tulips in Nile River silt

with all the remains of much that has ever been built,

it's is gonna bloom red, yellow and all such hues

so little we know is actually true, but true enough to base it all

Banksy can piss on the wall and call it art

eat some beans, and you just might fart

it really is so much more than just a sweet tart, shart, start, all at Walmart

and easy insert enemas

somewhere in the cinemas, they might catch you in the seats

banging away or beating your meat, but, well, an enema, an enema so neat

replete, complete, something, char su ding, ding a ling and ping pong

who wants to jack off ole King Kong, bet it would take a crane

but he would not complain, it may be why he is so angry anyways

after the bunny rabbit never gave him any good eggs, or eggs at all

can you crawl, can you walk, can you run, just have some simple fun

the really funny catch, and this has to be told, for whatever reason you may be bold

or any of the other dwarfs in the story, it is going to go away, like the bloom of a morning glory

and that, is the story, Maury, someone surely was the father

but, we know for sure the mother, and we won't let that be,

we won't let that go, and that for certain, she already knows

short times, nursery rhymes, and then, back to the dance

dollah bills, rack city, rack rack city

maybe all of this, maybe it is a pity, maybe it is shitty

I am not asking quesitons, I am not making quotes

not even a notebook, to take any motherfucking notes

after all, maybe all of us, are some special kind of dotes

and we gonna shake hands with the invisible man

as often as like, as often as we can

maybe, all in all, that there, that there was the plan