A steady diet
of excrement
fed to our
ears and
eyes
bullshit
and wicked
lies
the truth
is buried
deep
beneath
a heap
of turds
and angry
vile vicious
words
the
tv
a giant
rectum
spoon feeding
addicted
brains
hungry
for
pure
raw
shit
jonesing
and feening
from
dawn to dusk
no longer
knowing
who
to trust
and they
keep on
gobbling
poop
until they
vomit
thick
dark
rage
to ears
turned
into
sewers
overflowing
out their
mouths
and flood
the world
until the
truth
Is totally
sunk
down
deep in
a sea
of
merd
Good old chums
no longer friends
once thought
to be
to the very
end
smashed into
smithereens
torn to
shreds
by new
beliefs
a casualty
of the
cold hard
axe
crazed
enraged
like
wild
macaques
our beliefs
no longer
sacred
and respect
has been
thrown
out of
the
bus
it’s you
and me
and no
longer
us
and suddenly
we don’t
know
each other
anymore
the aftermath
of verbal
war
each of us
shown to
the door
and common
ground
is chewed
up like meat
by malicious
anger’s
fierce
sharp
teeth
and we
stomp
off in
rage
never to
meet
again
the door
slammed
shut tight
forever
locked
in enmity
then I’m
left silent
and sad
I never thought
I’d see this age
I never thought
I’d be here
today
and see the
world change
in so many
ways
where nothing
is remotely
the same
oh everything
has changed
cash money
is nearly
extinct
civil war
is on the
brink
I do not know
what the
hell to think
as I see
the ship
about
sink
am I the only
one who’s
in this place
Who the
world has
left a nasty
taste
most of us
have lost
our way
picking up
a faster pace
where politics
took the nasty
turn
and
rage
and hate
profusely
burn
where the
sea of chaos
violently
churns
make me want
to flip the
bird
and beliefs
have turned
into vanity
our warped
minds of
insanity
stripped
of all
humanity
as more and
more
disown our God
and more and
more spare
the rod
where all
our common
sense is
gone
and moral fiber
has turned
mush
forever and
ever
on the
push
and our
hearts
have become
so very
Cush
to everything
that is
not good
A bizarre cold world
awaits the morning
but my darkest
fears are dead
all life’s trolls
and dragons
of yesterday
have left
for terror
is the
gym of
the soul
to once
I was
a
slave
each night
clung tight
to a sweaty
Pillow
gnawed
by the
teeth
of
despair
in a long
dark
tunnel
a nightmare
lasting
several
years
stuck in
the
Twilight Zone
and one
glorious
great
day
my fear
began to
fade
dwindling
away
slow
it passed
away
like a thrill
that is
much too
old
or a thousand
sad days
that forever
dry your
tears
everything
gets old
even
the
fear
The truth is
abhorred
deep like
murder
for it pokes
and prods
with it’s
gleaming
sword
spurring
on shame’s
deep rage
tossed like
rubbish
in a
fit of
scorn
disgust
is the
fruit
of this
gems
reward
for
many
recipients
squirm in
ire
the
deepest truths
burn like fire
striking every
angry chord
who’s right
Who’s wrong
is it far more
proper
to get along
and watch
the hand basket’s
slow descent
or make
straight
the wicked
Ways
and I scratch
my head
and tug my
goatee
and I
realize
some hearts
must
be
torn
and I gladly
would
take the
shame
for truth
and stand
the loneliest
man in
the room
and live
with myself
as I
wake in
the morn
