Tuesday, April 28, 2009

General Rommel's great vacation to the free world

The age of never ending conquest
where we conquer one another
if we can't ourselves.

Infiltrating the carefully constructed spheres of influence
one cannot destroy the other's plans - 
only hamper them

sweet, sweet jazz organ
my name is Jimmy
and there is only one love in my life,
her name is Leslie.

Orange and green lights,
flowers fall from the sky like rain.
Isn't that "free love"?
Suburban folk redefining the definition of free love
then carefully constructing a wall
after they've been there done that

Your feelings are poisonous,
with only the intentions of mass destruction.
That's what we learn how to put our
energy to use in the free world.

What is it you really understand Mr. Psychologist?
Is there something you know that I don't?
Why do you live to encounter
the worst of others?

Diagnosis bipolar bear - extinct.
Middle ages slaughter.
Capture the flag and burn it.
That way the king knows we mean business.

Jerky, jerk bus
jerking my pen across the paper
in a flustered manner.
Pick yourself up boy!
You know who you belong to!
That shirt doesn't say "Property of" for no reason. 

Shitty grin
shoveling shit in Louisiana,
if only I was in Patton's Army
slaughtering my brothers and their sisters
and mothers.
Travel in a circle to say
you've seen it all.

Repetition, recycled 
mile after shitty mile
but keep on your smile

Hit the deck!
Get your ass on the floor boy
and give me ten.
Get that shitty grin off your face
and give me twenty!
Do you want to die,
because this isn't funny.
Do you want to make it home
one more night to kiss your mommy?

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