some poetry

the idiot cooks have spoiled the pot
under the authority of the idiot despot
the corpses that are starting to rot
detract from all the gold that was got
and god has a plan for the wicked in sin
the grown-up infant within
the idiot id, not the righteous will win
unless the soldiers of liberation
make without that which is within
the god of the lamp of the light of the beam
the penumbra supermarket weight it would seem
lives within a petri dish dream
an alien tractor beam cream
cash that rules everything around me
so thick that most can't even see
the dream of the beast of the creature set free
the unloving love that in reservoir does pee
the ghost of the specter of the communist spark
the cat in the black and the shadow of dark
the spirit of black and the red and the stark
a contrast to that which lie beneath the bark
the bark of the plant, the tree and the tree
nothing can happen without the observation of me
upon the cat of Schrodinger's glee
the cat is finally set free finally
the corpse and the living bodily monster
the reanimated meat that starts to stir
the memories that are all a blur
a beast whom all it can say is a grrr
a grr and a girl in a deviant swamp
an eric sheppard challenge flag stomp
a delightful, cavorting romp
a circumstance that calls for some pomp
a different glow in the different sight
a dark and a shadow and the contrasting light
a differing day to the somnolent night
a somnambulist ambulance blight
a joke in the corners of the mind of the mind
a grab at the torch of the shapely behind
a meat and the rat race and the grind
a vague term all suddenly defined
the black and white and the gray in between
don't even know what it is that you mean
a wax museum at niagara falls gleans
the corpse of the clean of the dream of the clean
a gravity boot in the boot of the man
can't stand the overly heavy hand
an authority that my interest could understand
until then god damn the asshole man
the man and the ghost and the fog and the night
the holocaust distance of the innovator's flight
the class warfare, fight the good fight
to party, to live, to fight for the right
the right and the left aren't left anymore
everyone sold like an unwilling whore
a trigger, a solid alienated door
leading to what i don't want anymore
leading to that which I don't want to see
the reward that it doesn't bring me
the absent reward, the song and the glee
the unruly house revolts with reasonable mutiny

I absolutely hate the habeas corpus
Of the white man I can believe is still forcing us
To suffer from the diseases that are preventable
Turn me into a matrix style vegetable
That's incredible
Not credible
The sacred egg is profaned and not edible
Decry the lie at a louder decibel
Fuck you and you and you that are detestable
Concentration of the stress and that cure that is sellable
The freedom of working class people to be gullible
A proletarian subversion deprived of it's guttural
The condition of the wing of the left that's not subtle
A masochistic position brings the otherwise righteous trouble
The double, the trouble, boil and the bubble
Like a shaman on 9/11 buried beneath the rubble
A god and a Hitler in the twin tower smoke
So many steel beams melted by jet fuel joke
Have to settle for a midnight toke
I heard the lore and the lore is call folk
The credible extreme of the resistance anthem
The armed to the teeth black panther is handsome
Hold Patty Hearst a few days for a free food ransom
Until a charlatan fucks it up like Charles Manson
I had an old glass and the smoke in the chamber
Pop the pop and that's a release of pent up anger
Jesus wasn't born in a mansion, but in a manger
Crucified because he was a danger
People make strange faces to stranger
I'm with agricultural workers, I'm a granger
A world to change, but it's a slow changer
Not winning with a shitty bully, a shamer

sacred channels in the black art drought
a channel in the television doubt
a car and a house I could do without
a bottling water reservation drought
I'll shatter the minds of the competers with my clout
a smell, a sniff of the stiffest of snouts
the mortar, the brick, the pestle, the grout
about what I'm not is what I'm about
the negative thing of the opposite plane
the reach and the crouch and the crotch and the pain
the dry and the wet of the rain of the rain
the vegetable table and the fruit of the grain
the grain of the fruit of the table is swamp
the high monster rave, the monster mash romp
the spice and the circumstance pomp
the desire for the enemies worthy to stomp
the destructive energy flows from my mind
the ticking bomb, the timebomb of time
the choking of hearty glory display
withheld to the class traitor enemy's dismay
the choke of the wind of the flag of the red
the deathly fall into the fall's bed
the reanimation of the disgusting dead
the angry song, the bullet in head