a selection from the Book of Nobody
chapter 6
verse 66
beware of politricks:
and men named Ken, Dick, or Dubya
(we begin.)
this is the story of Hamlet
based on a comic book adaptation
written by the man who began
the TV bank news station that whores the
numb sensationalist untrue sound byte
for the poor dumb gun enthused troglodyte
who beats his wife because he cant drive the beehive
past forty gs a year
insincere words for sheep herds
take this metal plate
before your plastic seat burns
packed inside his last tax returns
is an axe with a wheel that grinds
in time with his co-signed lease
a pack of Reeces Pieces
and a bag of green leafed herb
(i know this bird
he likes to piss of right-wing Christian pigeons
with his deathless projected visions
of unprotected sex with women
and the use of x with no prison sentence
but his repentance is whispered in front of a pistol
as George W. Missile threatens to end the principle loan)
but daddy needs that dirty dough
for his 14 bedroom home
and to keep the worms from the seeds
so he can reap the trees sown from the leaves
in that bag of pot hes grown
or was it blow he saw on Juniors nose?
who cares
forgotten fruit
is rotten truth
hostile youth camp
aloof 100 Watt amp speaker of the house
louse in Mickey Mouses clothes
(re-route lifes wrath
no longer locked to bike racks
now he heads South with his cracked bong
along the wrong and right paths
he doesnt ask deep questions
he just sings them in his songs
and if youve got any suggestions
just hum your words along with
his restless heartbeat threads
plucked so
fucked slow
trust no leader
and watch your cars oil meter)
July 03 los angeleeeees
chapter 6
verse 66
beware of politricks:
and men named Ken, Dick, or Dubya
(we begin.)
this is the story of Hamlet
based on a comic book adaptation
written by the man who began
the TV bank news station that whores the
numb sensationalist untrue sound byte
for the poor dumb gun enthused troglodyte
who beats his wife because he cant drive the beehive
past forty gs a year
insincere words for sheep herds
take this metal plate
before your plastic seat burns
packed inside his last tax returns
is an axe with a wheel that grinds
in time with his co-signed lease
a pack of Reeces Pieces
and a bag of green leafed herb
(i know this bird
he likes to piss of right-wing Christian pigeons
with his deathless projected visions
of unprotected sex with women
and the use of x with no prison sentence
but his repentance is whispered in front of a pistol
as George W. Missile threatens to end the principle loan)
but daddy needs that dirty dough
for his 14 bedroom home
and to keep the worms from the seeds
so he can reap the trees sown from the leaves
in that bag of pot hes grown
or was it blow he saw on Juniors nose?
who cares
forgotten fruit
is rotten truth
hostile youth camp
aloof 100 Watt amp speaker of the house
louse in Mickey Mouses clothes
(re-route lifes wrath
no longer locked to bike racks
now he heads South with his cracked bong
along the wrong and right paths
he doesnt ask deep questions
he just sings them in his songs
and if youve got any suggestions
just hum your words along with
his restless heartbeat threads
plucked so
fucked slow
trust no leader
and watch your cars oil meter)
July 03 los angeleeeees
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