'Mormons and Muslims'
Board games for bored lames
"Quit,
you're scaring away the dames"
It's all the same ship sinking, deck chairs
all astir
Spur of the moment oblivion
Cult of self reigns through steam,
just hot air blowing out between lips
Flippity-flapping, saying all the things
you'd expect their owners to say
Bleating, bleating American heart beating to
the march of its war drummers
In Gobbler's Knob, Phil Connors talkin' 'bout,
"Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today."
Tastes
Great/Less Filling arguments killing me softly from the inside
Gleaming guts
glittering with the detritus of the factory machine munchies Gorged at 2AM
truck-stops gliding on the factory suds
While the crowing, cawing rooster/crow
chimeras blather
About beautiful atrocities
Screaming nothing in particular,
really...
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