Village Ideologues

I only hate your slavishness
Nothing personal
Strictly fitness
Survival of
People comma we the

I sold my missiles for bottle caps
And bicycles snaps
Leather chaps a chance to prance freely
Be gay without any connotations
Be anything without any connotations

I only hate you for your slavishness
Your gluttony
Your litany
Of consumerist hedonism
Drizzled like chocolate on
Corpse of causality
Mentality is as is
As we all know
What do I have to show
For all the effervescent glow
That ragtime radio-show
It’s been looping for 200 years too few

Someone turn off that radio with the 12 gauge please

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Think into existence
Speak into creation
If only
If we went backwards then
It would all be possible
The solution to your answer is within the problematic range
This first bar on the graph represents what you’d expect
This second and third and fourth are re-enforcements of what you’d expect (maybe with some correlation, comments on causation) still no great sensation
But watch what happens when we break the pattern
Bar number five is of infinite gravity view it and break your china doll smiles
And bemused brows
Accept the derangement in all of its shifted significance
We wouldn’t want things to get boring now would we?
Here’s a cap-gun, some caps, a bottle of gin and a switch blade
Go distribute the false securities and then when they’re hooked
Cut them off

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Just for one day I’d like to say how I broke down some walls
I opened my maw and the shadow saw the hate it fails and stalls
I’d tear it around and rip it through and find a place to plant
A ghastly seed, it fed on greed, and tried to face a rant

I’d stand on stilts and shout it out, on how it ought to be
Arrange your life, rip out that strife, and then I’d let you see
How it was I felt for us, how I make my way throughout the day
I like to play and care for this or that, I care for one, my light, my sun

Although I know to share, so many need some care
Although I don’t know where, to give and live
What should I sieve out from that doubt
Which is paramount to life/love/living/death
All that is and should be

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Futility drives hard against the decadent shell
Knowing now, knowing how all was known too well
I count the time the knife has struck against the hallowed wall
Knowing now, knowing how I’d like to watch them fall
Line up and take their licks that I refuse to give
Living all retention grasped, not a way to live
I smile a while and spout the lies that they expect by now
About how happy I have been about the crap that they would chow
But all is just a state of mind, twirling without rest
I’ve tried so hard, hope to retard the thoughts that once were best
Shifting cloud, crying loud, why was it these cards
Drinking wine, fuck divine, eating up steel shards
“I hoped it would not come to this” emptying dead shells
Reload all our brazen clips and “welcome to our hells!”
Point blank
Intensity of the worst/best kind
Obliterating all everything
It’s for the best

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Sirens at 8:37 AM
Why do people have to go and get themselves hurt so early in the morning?
A callous hand clutches at my temple
I’m walking somewhere I don’t want to go
Another weekday
I clutch at the side of my head
Hoping somehow to ward the sound away
It likes to stay
Ringing and ricocheting off the walls in my mind
Like a jingle heard too many times, too often, too annoying
It’s the most wonderful
Ly annoying thing, a terrifying mortification of consideration
I won’t anymore
If once more
Just once more
I’ll rampage into that CEO’s office grab him by the head and
Pop
Nothing left to grab at
Better get those clothes cleaned
A little club soda I hear gets out the stains that club made
When you cut down that loud mouthed philistine
He had it coming
Did/n’t he?
I heard he did
Someone whispered through the walls that
“people should keep their insanities to themselves”
It’s a dangerous business, this stepping out of line
Better leave it to the professionals
The Ginsbergs and the Gandhis
The Church and State
The others and their retainers
They all had an air of
Historical superiority about them, they had already been there, done their things made their names
So they can do it again, as many times as I’ve read it done
Forging things with untested, unprofessed, un-proven hands can prove a more difficult affair
I do declare
That I do not know what I’m doing any longer
What the fuck is a poem
Never heard of them
What are words?
But a slapdash arrangement
Lines and curves
Meanings and a misconstruing
Of
“What did he mean/What was he on/How can I get rid of this troubling unknowing as quickly as possible?”
Words, more words
…
The sirens are still ringing
Shut the hell up already, if you’re going to get hurt just go for broke
I’m trying to watch something over here
Not that they care about my problems, their blood isn’t theirs anymore
The earth took it back, they probably miss it
But for how long?
How long do you want to keep?
How long are we doing here?
How
How howl how
Aaaah
Terrific reliving
Relief or terror?
Look left and right, all together this time
I think it’s time
To end this Franken-being
Of an
End