Saturday, March 31, 2012

as I see it, those boys are up to no good


And then, the static of the mind chained the bodies

To the ignorance of prejudice, accepted unanimously by everyone and each

We share and preach about a tolerance that doesn’t seem to be

As real as the words spoken by the leaders, up there in that ship

Where they drink rum and scotch and smoke cigars

And sing about poverty, integration-disintegration, liberty and truth

This funny way of show and tell, a howl is what we need

To scare the hell out of their comfort zone

And lies will jump ahead like fleas from fur.

Dance on your own music

Chaotic moves, defeat the norms

According to the new law

The Universal Comes.


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