Captive in my fantasy
of ticket selling murder,
A death every thirty seconds
I am hopped up on sugar,
The plot is oversimplified and tied up very neatly,
The enemy is black and white,
and I believe completely

I am the hero marauder,
I kill as easily as blink
I fuck like Zeus,
I fit right inside his shoes,
Projecting myself
Onto the screen

Glued to my movie seat
With sticky melted candy,
I forked over my ad-
mission price, I've
got my soda handy,
I kick the chair ahead
of mine and scream
at each explosion,
my pitiful life is shoved
aside, I'm blinded
by emotion!

Emerging from the exit,
I 'm relieved of my suspicion
purged of all my questioning
and emptied of conviction
I'm a terminator with a
superhuman torso
a great obliterator
with a savage manifesto

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Palm Tree (In West Oakland)

Liqour store, liqour store
One on every corner,
Checks cashed any
time NO I.D.
Liqour store, liqour store,
Malt Liqour cigarettes
Lottery

The car is running and
kicking out fumes,
You've disappeared inside
to buy the daily qouta,
I'm fending for myself
to a popular tune,
Digging in the ashtray,
Hoping for a quarter

Mile on mile of trans-
ient hotels, unattended
children with nowhere
to play, anger rips
down pine street
in the form of a
black chevelle,
but the baptists
keep singin' away

One lone palm tree
is rising up above
It's glamour and dignity
are so out of place
an ancient pick up
truck is looking
for a shove, the
congregation sings
amazing grace

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Partial Birth

Shaken baby sucking on
the festive decoration,
Turning patriotic colors
to a purple stain,
Dribbling down his belly
He's the hope of generations,
The measure of the damage
we have yet to ascertain

Mammoth head of paraffin
of malleable nature,
Pounded with the platitudes
admissible for use,
Pitiful and blundering,
A mortifying creature,
His neck is too weak to
support the partial birth of truth

Misbegotten inconsolable,
The fitting end result
of his breed,
Misbegotten inconsolable,
A product of stupidity and greed.

Watch him as his dim eyes
roll back into his head,
See him struggling in his own filth to stand
Irretrievable and
overfed, he reaches
out with his desperate
little hands

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Old Skool Pig

You'd be a cop if
if you weren't a punk,
In fact I think
you'd make a better
COP!

They could use you,
You've got no remorse,
They could use you on the police force

You'd be cute all
dressed in blue,
You could brutalize
anyone right on cue,
You'd abuse those
who are weak of course,
They could use you
on the police force

Sign up RIGHT NOW!
for the academy,
You'd fit in so
P E R F E C T L Y,
Sign up right now
for the academy,
You're just old skool
PIG!!!

Think how you
could fuck shit up,
You could heft
your power like
A CLUB!!
an arrogant
fool with
authority
you'd cross over
so easily.

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Storm Center

You've captured my imag-
ination, charasmatic mess,
In the wake of your dev-
astation, I'm your best
work yet. fascinating back
backdrop of romantic
poverty, obsessed
with herbs and healing
cures, obsessed with
HEALING ME

But your the one
that's dying, a sudden
downpour fading fast,
Rapidly unwinding
to a bitter draft

Around your high
poetic brow, around
your pleasant neck,
a veil of grandiosity
competes with epithets,
You're better off relying
on meteorology,
Than to keep on just-
ifying why you impose on me

You're path of mass des-
truction will blow
right by me now,
You dissipate your
energy you cannot
knock me down

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Gunplay

Lower your weapon
and I'll lower mine,
A standoff no tradeoff,
A payoff in kind,
My only mission is
undoing you and I'm
doing nothing that
you wouldn't do

Zero in, zero in,
You match my caliber,
Locked in deadly combat,
You are tangled in my cross
hair, zero in zero in
You match my caliber,
I await return fire

Survey the wreckage,
take heed of the toll,
Delay the salvage,
Proceed to reload
I'm automatic I'm pointed
at you, and you are a
pigeon from this
ALTITUDE

I'm standing right here,
I'll take you on, Hey you
over there I'll take you
down, I'll stay right here,
You stay right there,
'Til we're out of rounds

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Sterile Heaven

Congratulations on your recent
acquisition, the bunker is con-
venient and easy to install,
You've purchased the finest in
home fortification, the comfort
will please you and heighten
you're morale, keenly concocted
the barricade is comely, the
entrance is impregnable and
ready for assault, safe in the
knowledge you didn't waste your
money, lie back in your sanctum
you are UNTOUCHABLE

Sterile heaven hermetically sealed
for your protection & increased yield,

Sterile heaven 'cause youre #1,
Equipped with ample insulation

Under surveilance invaders
are detected, external ap-
paratus incarcerates them all
Flash incinerated and lightly
disinfected, the ashes are
bundled and packed in a vault,
You're accomodations are acous-
tically defended you need
not hear the death cries we
bring them to a halt, encap-
sulation is highly recom-
mended, in brocade or wood grain or neoclassical

Airtight and quietWith total privacy
Just keep the filter clean
You've taken the precaution,
of utter isolation
You buy serenity
You've read the warranty

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Dear Wife

No my darling have no fear,
I'll see you by and by,
I trust in my commander
and my brothers in arms,
the chaplain reassures
that god is on our side,
and I will you write you every-
day, I will keep you informed

Dear wife-I can feel your
arms about my neck,
life like-the image of you crying at the gate
Dear wife-you're photo
is a shiel over my heart
My life-depends upon
the memory of your face

we landed on the shore
today, no enemy in sight,
We are strong and con-
fident that our training is
complete, we set up
camp and cleaned our
guns and sang away the
night,and yours by far
the loveliest of all
the pictures seen

I can barely write today
how things have gone awry,
A man who was a friend to
me is dead and many more,
I had to do a dreadful
thing to make it back
alive, why am i the only
one to send back into war?

So tell me dear the
color of your eyes,
I cannot remember
the glimmer of your
hair, you were a guid-
ing light emblazoned
on my mind, but death
has led me far away
and I don't seem to care

Dear god I am betrayed
today, my brothers are
insane, our leaders have
abandoned us and turned
us loose to kill, they
behave like animals
and i behave the same, why
should I try to survive
when I don't have the will?

Dear wife-the tempo
of my death is beating
down, why hide? re-
lief awaits me, I cannot
escape, Dear wife-your
photo is a dead thing
to me now, my life-is
wasted like the mem-
ory of your face.

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Goddess of the Moon

Standing in a crater
in my leaden shoes, I am
held here by more than
gravity, she's been hit
so many times with heavenly
abuse, quite a history of
CATASTROPHE,
but the footprints on
her face are merely
made by man, she is shin-
ing despite the rough terrain,
I think she picks her teeth
with the staff of a flag,
She plucked from her
cheek with playful disdain

Glowing survivor,
Gorgeous in orbit,
Throwing a spotlight
over the chasm
Glowing survivor,
Gorgeous in orbit,
Casting her shadow
over the sea (heavens'@end)

Geologic samples held
up to the light, teach very
little of her life,
Astronomers deny what
they can divine, by merely
gazing up into her eyes,
Every lunar cycle she begins
anew, not afraid to show
herself in full, the man
is a myth, lovers share
a view, all god's howling
dogs to her are dutiful,

If you come at nightfall,
You can see all her magnitude,
Her tidal tears have fallen,
reflective of the sun,
beaming her gratitude.

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Collect 'em All

angry little patriarch,
You sit upon your card-
board throne, computer
chip to make you talk,
a bad synthetic baritone

Vengeful one,
exacting father,
You are nothing
but a toy, take
your leave you
have no power,
I don't fear your
damning voice,
Bearded one,bellowing a
hollow threat
take your thunder,
take your fire,
Don't forget your
coronet!

Imitation potentate,
Stern expression
paintedon, mantle
made of cellophane
and brandishing
a rubber wand,
Consecrated effigy,
Thousands of your
model sold, assembly
line divinity with
simulated thunderbolts!

You are allpowerful
among the other toys,
molded and painted
and fiercely employed
with lording over
all the plastic action
figurines, collect'em
all, and melt'em down
with my acetylene

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Tundra

This ground is too
hard to break,
It ruined a pick
and spade,
Frozen and solid
as rock, my hands
numb with the
shock!

I am prepared for
the dirty work,
I've groveled for
years in the bloody
dirt, I have all the
tools that I need,
and now I admit
my DEFEAT!

What will it take
to cleave this earth?
Break this ground,
It's got to break!
What will it take to
cleave this earth?
I cannot wait 'til spring

My cargo is still half
alive, they twine
'round each other & cry,
They beg me to finish
the task, will I inter
them at last? I glare
at the place I'd make
a grave, I carry the
shame it would contain,
Thinking cannot
rend a hole, too tired
to stave off the cold.

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Dental Wreck

Dirt yard chain link,
Mean dog full sink,
TV stuck on loud,
Tank top shit kick,
Big lug dimwit,
By the quarter pound,

Acne mustache
Hard up heat stench
He's a dental wreck,
Plasma payday
Dumbass raybans
short hair long in back
Involuntary response, hand to mouth hand to crotch,
Keep your mouth shut
For once!
Hand to mouth, hand to crotch

Routine cop call,
Busted window,
What a fuckin' man,
Bad day bad fall,
Bud Lite widow,
In the fuckin' can

Rap sheet longer
than a convoy,
Methamphetamine,
Violent fucker,
Predatory,
Sick and drunk & mean

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Clotheshorse

You are an affectation
of every passing fad,
Your butane smile's indelible,
Your talk is thoughtless gas,
You live like a Coke machine,
Convince me of your strife,
Tasty tyke of augmentation
You'll pay with your life

Your youth is everything,
Your cock is all,
Your body makes bank
and your mind is small,
Your youth is everything,
Your tits stand tall,
Your body makes bank
and your mind is dull

Yur needle eyes & hands
of slate regard a stiff repose,
Contemplate your mindless fate
while powdering your nose,
Loathing all that you can't fathom,
Cuckhold by your pride,
Endorsing a madman's
marketed worldwide

Rested on your sculpted
shoulders all the weight of fame,
statuesque emaciaciation
is the mode of day,
Packaging rebellion in
a palatable box,
Wash away the meaning as
you wash your frosted locks

Yes, we made you what
you are, we buy the clothes
you wear, we
buy the shit that shape's
your hair, we'd buy your
hipness anywhere, but
time will surely vanquish you
and we'll no longer worship you

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Minister of Culture

A pretty bride of India
is burned with kerosene,
Her husband keeps her
dowry and his freedom is
is achieved, a burmese
girl in Bangkok is of
value for her skin,
Sold for her complexion,
Never saw her home again

The minister of culture,
He argues so well,
His teeth are flashing
as he details,
A legacy of murder,
A heritage of rape,
A time honored tradition
to maim and mutilate

Cut away her labia
with dirty broken glass,
She died of an obstruction
painfully infected mass,
A dress code violation
is an outrage in Iran,
Splashed her face with acid
only then the fun began

She wasn't good enough,
A female child, left
face down packed in the snow,
umbilical cord around
around her tiny feet, she suffers
and dies alone.

A woman in a western
home is under house
arrest, a drunkard is
her jailer he's entitled
to molest, her daughter
is passed over when
she tries to raise her hand,
The likeliness of her
success is not an even chance

The minister of culture,
He's wringing his hands,
He keeps on laughing
as he demands-"No
human right applies here,
Our women will agree,
Our property has spoken
No cause to intervine."

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Molly Coddled

Not exactly in the
Lap of luxury, you
were not quite of
blue blood, but you
know you went to bed
with a belly full of
supper, you were safe
as a bug in a rug,
You were swaddled
and jolly molly coddled,
Like a dolly and your
mommy maybe gave a
little shrug, when you
threw a temper tantrum
for another piece of
something that other
kids only dream of

Baby face, Baby face,
Looking for a season in hell,
Baby face, Baby face,
I hope you learn
your lesson well

Now you've chosen
poverty, you did
it for the sake of
being hip, begging
for a dollar never
doubting for a
moment your
bohemian indigence,
And you wonder
why the folks in
your run down
neighborhood don't
recognize you as a
kindred soul,
'Cause you gotta
bed in a sunny sub-
division anytime
you wanna run home

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