Friday, October 30, 2009

Constipation on Route #2

Sitting in the driver's seat,
with one thing on my mind,
to get to my destination
before the end of time.
 
Suddenly I'm sitting there
and spot trouble up ahead.
The road is blocked, nothing's moving,
I should have stayed in bed.
 
Try to turn off, but it's too late,
my wheels are caught in glue.
Traffic's dead, my car is stuck.
There's constipation on route #2.
 
Flipping on the radio
to find out what's the matter.
I turn the dial, hoping to smile,
instead it gets me madder.
 
I hear a story on the news
that takes me by surprize.
Even though he's done nothing to earn it,
Obama's won the Noble Peace Prize.
 
Oh fuck! I say.
How can someone be rewarded
when all he does is sit on his ass
and go back on his word?
 
I sniff the air, it smells like gas,
it just might be a turd.
 
Quick I change the station,
I need to turn the page,
thunder clouds are up ahead
and my bowels are in a rage.
 
Inching forward, here we go
trudging through the mud.
There's a movement in my gut,
I just hope it's not a dud.
 
Suddenly, I hear the news
a cow has stumbled onto the road.
Cars are backed up for miles,
with no where left to go.
 
I push ahead, there is no choice,
I'm already where I'm at.
 
Stuck in traffic
down on the road,
all backed up,
ready to explode,
trouble up ahead,
with no where to go,
just sitting and waiting,
to dump this heavy load.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Eat Your Fill of Gold

Rolling through the past,
into the future.
Those who do not read history,
are bound to repeat it.
Those who do not learn from their mistakes,
are bound to suffer,
rolling into the future.

A locomotive out of control.
Armageddon comes not too soon
for the computer age.

HURRY UP - FASTER

GET TO THE END.

The end is closer than you think.
Civilizations lost, in the eye of a blink.
Dinosaur men standing on the brink,
stampeding towards extinction.

Never once did Midas
consider the consequences.

Eat your fill of gold.

Your greedy lies.

Blind your eyes.

The womb is dead.

What good is a fortune
to the stillborn,
to a lifeless head,
to America,
owned by foreign investors.
Foreclosed.
Sold to the highest bidder.
Your dreams are now
made in China.

Junk bonds.
Junk food.
Junk life.

L a n d f i l l.

That is what you are,
what you have become.

Fear has consumed you
and left you with nothing.
Fear has killed you.
Fear has.
Fear.

Afraid to live.
Afraid to die.

Eat your paper gold.

EAT - EAT - EAT

your worthless fill.

CONSUME
EAT
SHIT
DIE

BUY NOW BUY

EAT
CONSUME
DIE

SHIT

Is that all?
Is that the best you've got?

A pile of shit
in your greedy hand.

BUY - BUY - BUY

SHIT

BUY - SHIT - NOW

EAT

CONSUME

DIE