Welkom
to my 3-D whirled
the
crazy zany mixed up place
of
ordinary never was
that
just happens to be
Here
in the land of 4/20 at 11:11
we
use lemme land logic
whenever
we want a convenient belief
to
temporarily rest our hat
logic
is the ego molesting the inner child
wonder
what the kid never did
in
the reality of the sphincter
kid
never knew what hit em
until
now, the raunchy now
Shock
is how you wake em up
Alex
tweaks the tweakers
into
a manufactured rage
obsessions
with a mythical pursuit
of
a dying ideal based on phantoms
of
missed beliefs – of fairness
and
power and ethics and country
follow
the money laughing
all
the way to the banksters,
soon
swinging from lampposts
in
the cool morning dawn,
with
Eric too big to address real crime
Four-twenty
upon us with Boston cops
in
full gear disrupting life as we know it
by
turning the stage of everywhere else
to
here, in the now, a reality
as
buff as a dyke in heat with a new girlfriend
super
caffeinated desk jockeys
playing
shoot em up games
from
remote locations somewhere totally else
sending
drones reigning on the masquerade
parade
of glistening Klinton logic
Obummer
– wrong place to be
Target
central right before your very eyes,
cooked
in the basking glory of
Fukushima
and Chernobyl
roasting
away the tethers
of
the strands that mutate life
Monsane
distress to a new genetic cornucopia
in
the same hot water pot
beans
and rice targeted next
corn
and soy and wheat are toast
you
never know what you are eating
until
you really know your pets
and
your plants; get my drift
If
not, look up when rain clouds abound
only
lines of them sweep in a grid
crossing,
teasing and bringing the gray
every
afternoon by mitigating strontium
aluminum
and barium and fluoride
in
variety of combinations called geo-engineering
those
driving that train can
swing
with the banksters
waste
filled air is another
dilution
solution to pollution
not
effective in the least
now
at a level to keep you sick
Sick
where big pharma can take care
of
the parts of you that big farmer missed
with
his ddt and gmo and all three letter words
FDA
TSA IRS GOD
have
become dirty filthy words
to
tame masses and they mean us
Feel
tame yet? Thought so
so
go take your pills
stare
at the box that brings you
the
latest tear jerk creation
manufactured
as a false flag
a
positive reason to take more pills
Pills
run your life by getting caught up
with
those doctor types
that
have the feeling jerked out of them
by
the game they play to get to be
who
they are – the clowns that nod their heads
tell
you to cut back on the chips
that
we all know are addictive,
but
no one can eat just one – can they?
Enuf
bad, now good is that love has won
that
turning our swords into plowshares
is
the way it is done: the new world
happens
when we escape the domain
of
synthetic reality in three dee space
come
into our own unique pie in the sky
this
dream that when carried forth
allows
you to blithly ignore the supraculture
'cept
the views from subverts like Kunstler
the
druid and raz: make you cry?
Cuz
there is a different weigh
to
survey the cleansing
too
play different games
that
mean so much more
to
learn to deal with what is
instead
of Hollywood creation
theater
of the mind that bring
the
misery of cashing in chips
Chips
of the game; the tokens called stuff
that
has to go because the game
banks
print the money to loan you at interest
just
aint gonna cut it no more – no sir
Go
Dog Go's Big Dog Party is over
we
did not like that hat!
lemme
howdt 2013
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