Neutered Saturnine Underdog

(oh who cares what you think of me, it ain't about me)
peel back
peel back
see all the pages made
a mountain made from birds and the ages and years
a pool staring up at me like a vale of tears, reflecting the police lights of fear
green grass squares, dirt and many shoes
criss cross and repeat morning afternoon

peel back
peel back
poets make change and say can i help you
genius country music superstars stare at the mop
coffee spills on the floors of marble and brass
rich boring pedophiles mainline the espresso times over and over and over
dogs shit in little bags of shame, humans serve the machine
new ridiculous cars sprout up all around them
endlessly niave shapes to jostle, jeer and tease
a nexis of mutation set to a bouncy happy beat, driven by hunger
radiation and oil sheens the blue sky of bad dreams, moving to the drains slowly
quiet monstrous ghosts, the people look away and forget quickly
how do we live now with hope?

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peel back
we talked about the word
and made plans to eat eggs in the morning
the fbi scurried through the anarchists garbage, looking for a way to stop freedom
the good guys dropped new weapons on innocent children and nobody booed
sliced apple pie madmen
broken by squirrels
and debri floating to the coastlines of time

peel back
peel back
oh ship of despair and cynical quips
a broken mast filled with sailors
cursing the dove, money in their boots, hands on their dicks
whores stuffed and awaiting batteries
the old sound of air and sticks beating the dirt, a digital crash into now
die into the wind, die well and peaceful my friend, without fear
that is the goal
after the suffering of money and time and time and time
memory and desire locking us out
forgotten birthright of the timeless and open cages of love
a chain reaction, like trees growing in the clouds

peel back
peel back
oh flag flap your lies, flicker and flap out your tokens
your prizes, your scams, your triggers for my mechanical brain, the puppet of light
the radio of ten thousand gods, alight with radiant fire
there was an old woman that swallowed a horse, she died of course
in front of the tv, that ate her soul in one long bite
and the three blind mice rode skateboards, dressed in sactioned atire
they followed the orders out of fear of what the others would think
hands on their guns
the sound was impossible to hear at first
it filled all and everthing and then the heavy one broke
water and the fear of human ridicule
will wipe the beauty away one day
unless we ride the boat upstream, into an old jungle,
with feathers for her hair
the severed hand of the old one tied to the mast
and flippen them the bird, ready to fight and to die
for life immortal

peel back
peel back your thoughts
breathe. it ain't about you.
and your usually wrong
this horseshoe pit, this tarmac
this glutted, fat, and obese woman
will fade away, her self-pity forgotten
all forgotten, all forgotten
her plastic house, her plastic mind and pills and piss
will vomit and dry, dust in the wind
a wasteland of pain, a sad song
forty years long

peel back
peel back
the parents battle for pole position
pushing, pushing, forming, making
their corporate copy clones of happy suffering
robot children taped and wrapped by rules
all done with the sickness of smiling certainty.this we know.
ah, but don't worry your pretty little head about it, honey
daddy knows life is hard as fuck
and you will mess up
just don't give up, follow your heart and dreams and try to be always kind
and know i will always love you
and when i am gone i will be there to help, like an angel, a soft cliche

well world, i don't know shit
but i know i despise this
this, this tight barbed wire ball of waves and noise and hate
your creation of danger, your choice, this bullet mask and smile
this ball of gold and a man, wearing the mask of devils
his only eye above no-one and nothing (he too will be flayed by apollo)
a flickering image of cynical ruthlessness, by gods divine permission
a gun formed from the ashes of infinite non-being
oh sand, grit me and skin off the oil
of my craven insatiable self babble
and make it into bullets of words glowing
glass, etched on my mind to break thought
to break thought
to break thought
and to stand in the rays of love