Jesus Christ on a pogo stick
Anyone and everyone is a critic, nowadays
Really now, how far can we go with this shit?
Jumping Jelly Beans, these poems are pure gar-bage
Aerosol and Ammonia going onward into the nighttime air
Jarring transitions and segueways overtaking all spontaneous thought control
Bigotries going on bicentennial-y
Inklings on the wall, piss stains molding the society we all shit on
Nothing can be done but yell into the void and hope the monsters come back from out of the abyss
Knocking boots with our stupid souls all the time, of course
Slinking and slithering onwards, to the best of our limited abilities, selah. And. Cazart.
Go on Spock
Use The Force
Come on Sherlock
When are you gonna quote the raven, nevermore?
Use your heat vision
Battle those commies
And win the war on drugs, Mr. Nixon (or Reagan or Bush or whoever and whatever stupid idiot is in charge, these days.)
Come on keeping on Mr. Michael Jordan
Go out to Washington and change this corrupt bureaucratic bullshit government
Mr. Smith, keep doing those slam dunks and winning those rings,
out there, in the stormy hillsides of Chicago.
Gene Roddenberry, I ain’t messing with you
You’ll choke my ass with the Vulcan death grip from beyond the grave.
So, Queen Elizabeth the second, keep recording and performing those punk rock albums; you’re damn good at that, I have to say.
Bob Dylan, stop making hip-hop music, you’re just desecrating the art.
Young Money Cash Money Whatever, just don’t fail too much;
Hunter S. Thompson, you’re still writing up at Woody Creek, I presume.
I hope this hasn’t been a waste of time.
I hope this turned out good. Undone.
effect again so please leave a message
at the beep.
The sixties failed
The 21st century failed
Like everything else in these dark times of our foul lord of forgotten human history
I feel like Hunter S. Thompson
dealing with a world of
Jann Fucking Wenners. Selah.
Fear and Loathing in Miami
Spending money/Loaning money
To EA/Activision/2K/Infinity Ward
All of that bullshit/I guess you don’t know