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To know that you know nothing is
to choose to be everything you wanna be.
A ripple of faith in the murky waters of love
can set a tsunami of compassion flooding
down upon the gaping holes of desperation
that we as a people have sunken into.
Now I ain’t talking about, the faith
faith in the word god or the thought of
Jesus christ allah buddha the savior the sanctifier
the holy roller, the worlds best bowler.
No, I’m talking about a little bit of faith
faith in the power of pure poetry.
Yes folks, pure poetry
simple and unclean.
No hallmark card crap-o-la
but the core essence of
the rhythm and the rhyme
our give and take
pushing back and forth
exploding moments in time.
It’s through the power of
pure poetry I tell you
that we can overcome the humdrum
the half assed
the highbrow
the sullen and studied
cramped up
culture carnivores.
I’m talking about the tongues tango
with the dirty talk
of the persuance of purity without sanctity,
in the word
in the utterance of speech
fearless of the stutter
as we flutter our poetical flag.
A warning to the world
to beware to beware
of false poets
who preech that they, know it.
For I know that I know nothing
therefore I can be everything
I choose to be.
So saith the poet
So dig it, my flock.
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Social Media Circle Jerk
02:43
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Social Media Circle Jerk
Sanctimonious
and sour pussed
puckered up
and sucker punched
faces of the public domain.
What twisted and retarded offspring
You have propagated with the fornicated
fist fuck couple of
celebrity and social media.
Social media, the most anti-social circle jerk
that I have ever been invited to.
Oh and
conservative liberal PC America
Fuck you.
You are the python with its fangs
In its own mon pubis.
You are the hyena with a hard on
for your own laugh track.
You are the next in line
to be called out for accusation
in this world of pinky toe
caught in the door pain
and simple cause and effect.
Social media the most anti-social circle jerk I have ever been invited to.
Oh and
conservative liberal PC America
Fuck you.
You and your puritanical talkshow prudeness
your San Fernando porno capital of the world fuckfest
your obsession with tits, all except the nip
your continious fear of even a limp dick
just makes you all come across
to the rest of the world as
a bunch of pricks
with bleached anuses
whose online orgies are highly
overrated.
Social media the most anti-social circle jerk I have ever been invited to.
and
Oh
conservative liberal PC America,
well Fuck You.
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3. |
Just Do It
03:03
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Just Do It
Well hey there Nationalistic Ned!
Yeah you man,
you freedom loving sports fan
You just go ahead and burn your 100 dollar Nike’s
Yeah you just go ahead and
Just Do It.
Burn all your overpriced sneakers
in protest of Colin Kaepernick’s
million dollar endorsement
to what?
Just Do It.
Yeah Patriotic Peter,
You just go and burn
All your t-shirts and shorts
your headbands
and ankle socks
covered in those fucking
ugly swooshes
too!
Just Do It!
What?
And while you’re at it
constituion clutching Chuck
why don’t you
just shred those Air Jordans and
flush that number 23 jersey down the drain.
Dump those Kobe Mamba Hyperdunks
into the polluted sewers flushing into the Pacific.
And while your at it BBQ Betty
Why don’t you sell off all those Serena William’s Court Power dresses
to some psychopath trolling around on Craigslist too.
Yeah Man! What?
Go ahead and
Just Do It! What?
(pause)
Yeah,
you too #2ndAmendment Sally
go ahead
and
What?
Just Do It!
Burn those synthetic swooshes into toxic ash
and get on with your small minded nationalistic
clickbait lifestyles choices too,
cause those freedoms that
you claim
to hold so dear and which
allows you to do just about
anything in the United States of America.
is a freedom that
thousands of American black men
will never have
a chance to feel
and will never
ever be able to do
just about anything
why?
cause they’re already
just dead.
So yeah, you just
go ahead
and
What?
Just Do It!
Do what you gotta do folks.
cause Colin is doing
just what he
needs to do
too.
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There ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor
The poisoned populist perspectives
the peepholes in our collective consciousness
the underdogs being denied coverage
the delusions of grandeur of the gloryhole demi-gods
and the claim that some cop in Arkansas actually saw a pig fly
but there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.
Cultures being gutted by greed
the chaos of choice spread from an angry voice
blind conviction leading the redefinition
the patriot caught with his pants down
and well, hell might be freezing over
but there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.
The disasterous diplomatic decision making
Mother Nature leaning back and waiting
in the end it will be the people quaking
the panic room propaganda
has got us all shaking
once in a blue moon orange faced political faking
but there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.
Religion in retrogradation
the spectre salivating over a smorgasbord of imaginary salvation
humanity held in a head lock
the hindsight that will haunt us in the all
too late hours
and maybe just maybe one day the sun will rise in the west
but for now, boys and girls
there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.
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5. |
Palestinian Pulled Pork
01:54
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When I asked my wife what she wanted to have for dinner, I already had this in mind.
Canadian Bacon & circumcision
the Palestinian Authority & pulled pork
Kosher Pickles & predatory predilictions
Coffee Danish & the slow destruction of democracy
cosmetic surgery & a slice of pepperoni pizza
Dunkin Donuts & moral tooth decay
Spaghetti Bolognese & human slavery
carpet bombings & baked Alaska
Grilled cheese & a rack of golden teeth
Pastrami on rye & the nazi party
Bank fraud & an everything bagel with vegetable cream cheese
Perogie’s & polygamy
Chicken cacciatore & chaos in the streets
#metoo & deep fried mozzarella sticks
Hush puppies & the Pulitzer Prize
Hot buttered popcorn & health care coverage
Corporate drug kingpins & clean drinking water
Carmelized apples & serial killers
Gummy bears & going through the motions
Denuclearization & dim-sum
Vanilla milkshakes & veneral disease
Hormone injected Hamburgers & black tar heroine
Suicide hotline & turkey hot dogs
Fish & Chips & reconstructed vaginal lips
Pork chops & political handjobs
Anal beads & Fox News news feeds
Mushroom risotto & the good old reach around
Eggs Benedict & Immigration invasion
God Bless America & and low fat ice cream
Buttermilk pancakes & presidential tax evasion
Prime rib & abortion
Minimum wage & wagyu beef meatballs
Vegetarian Burritos & bullet proof backpacks
Chicken fried steak & the space force
Alimony payments & roast suckling pig on a spit
Personal space & just please give me something cold
to wash it all down with.
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These are the words that we will say to make us feel better about ourselves on the 5th of May.
When tolerantion becomes a word that people just say
instead of what they really want to say
which is that those who are different need to get the fuck out of their way
When understanding is a cracked glass ceiling
that the populace is stomping upon
When compassion born out of social media passivity becomes
the latest crazy
Well then, these are all just some words that we will say to make us
think that we know anything about freedom on the 5th of May.
When trust becomes spying upon one another
out of the corners of crossed eyes
when the acceptance of the emancipated becomes decimated
when self-determination is beaten down into self doubt
when the luxuorious world that we have created for ourselves
is at the cost of another,
well then all those fine words about freedom that we might say
are just words with little meaning,
said only to make us feel better
about ourselves on the 5th of May.
If we could catch toleration by its tail
and swing it around our heads
like a flag at some diversity day parade
and stop blaming immigrants
for stealing jobs that most people
are too proud to do
then put a bit of back bone
behind all the beautiful words that we will say
then maybe just maybe we can
find a true meaning behind all the words
dancing around freedom
on the 5th of May.
On the 5th
On the 5th
On the 5th…
Freedom of Choice!
Freedom of Speech!
Freedom of Religion!
Free to be!
Freedom of Sexuality!
On the 5th
On the 5th
On the 5th
of Fucking May.
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The Wormhole Forming Outside the Zeeman.
I was walking out of the supermarket just the other day and low and behold who do I run into but the 17 year old version of myself. I have to say that I was a bit taken aback. Honestly I didn’t even recognize the skinny dude with a green mohawk and Dead Kennedy’s tshirt right away. I mean who would recognize their younger self just showing up there right in front of you, that’s some sort of Back to the Future kind of shit if you ask me. Now anyway, the young punk version of myself comes strutting right up to me and he grabs me by my arm and he says, “hey man, you gotta listen to more Butthole Surfers, for it’s the only way!” And I just stood there and smiled and nodded, knowing that this kid, he was right. Then I watched as that seventeen year old punk rock version of myself just turned and walked away. And down the street I heard some kids in front of the Garonne Ice Cream Parlor call him a “freak”. And you know what that seventeen year old punk rock version of myself did? Oh, it made me so damn proud, he turned to those boys sitting outside the Garonne Ice Cream Parlor and he said, “Hey fellas, well Fuck You!” and gave them all the middle finger, then jumped on his skateboard and did a backside ollie flip right into the wormhole forming outside the Zeeman. Yeah that wormhole forming outside the Zeeman. Yeah the wormhole outside the Zeeman.
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Students of the American Educational System
Students of the American Educational System
get up out of your chairs and
walk out of your classrooms.
Stop being sitting ducks for all those white fucks
with all the big bucks.
Put down your Ipads
walk out of your schools
and revolt against
the amendment that
keeps you in its crosshairs.
For there is
No
Rational
Argument
any more.
Students of the American Educational System
you have been failed
and are being taught to live in fear.
Your peers, soldiers of misfortune
your blood bought and sold like buckshot
Your lunchrooms shooting galleries
Your playgrounds cementeries
Where bullying has lead to bulletholes.
And why have your elected civil servants
taken
No
Reasonable
Action
at all?
Teachers of the American Educational System
how long will you tolerate being bodyguards
and human shields for unformed minds?
For this is not even close to being covered
by your blue cross or blue shield.
Superintendents of the American Educational System,
what you have done to stop all of this insanity is
as if
No
Reaction
At all
will make all the pain
go away.
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I’m not going to tell you.
I am not going to tell you
about what’s going in the world.
I have said enough already
and you,
should know better by now.
I’m not going to tell you
what’s going on in the world.
I ain’t going a paint you a pretty picture
using overpriced oil paints
or connect the dots
on the backside
of a children’s menu
and I am sure as shit not
going to write a poem about it,
for you.
I’m not going to tell you
what’s going on in the world
I have said enough already
and you,
should know better by now.
But I am gonna tell you about
our neighbor dying
in the middle of the night,
having had a stroke soon after
she finished her nursing shift,
had gotten home and was just about
to put up her feet.
Cause theses are the things that we need
to talk about.
And if you’re still too young
to understand and actually
comprehend what
goes on in this world
well that, is a beautiful thing.
I am not going to tell you
about what’s going on in this world
But I do know that
I am going to need to show you
somehow instead.
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Jager
04:26
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Ik ben een jager,
En ik jaag graag
Op jongens en meisjes
die een jas dragen met een
bontkraag.
Ik wacht bij de kermis op het plein
Met zicht op de botsautootjes
Het is bijna middernacht
De mist hangt over de gesloten attracties
In de verte zie ik mijn prooi.
De rode punt van brandende Marlboro Lites.
Hangt in de lucht,
Ik weet dat ze daar zijn.
Ik zie de witte lampjes van de brommers en
Hoor het irritante geluid van meerdere brommers op de weg.
Ik adem in en uit en luister.
Ik hoor het stoere praten van tieners
de gillende stem en het gegiegel van de dames
de brutale stomme lach van de
nog jonge mannelijke variant.
De jongens proberen elkaar uit te dagen
Om de meisjes te overwinnen
Een bacardi breezer fles is kapot gemaakt)
een vechtpartij breekt los
De politie op het plein is bang
En doet niks,
De mannen en vrouwen in blauw pak blijven op een afstand.
Ik maak mijzelf klaar, en kijk in mijn vizier.
Ik wacht...op een goed schot.
Ik ben een jager.
En ik jaag graag
Op jongens en meisjes
die een jas dragen met een bontkraag.
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11. |
The Skies Are Still Blue
03:49
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I could never have imagined that
we would end up taking it all so seriously
shaking our heads, dumfounded by
all the ridiculous shit that has overcome us
but we have and we do
and the skies are still blue like an illusion
and the skies are still blue like an illusion.
She was as sharp as a pencil and
always had a way of getting her point across.
When she died at the age of 35 of lead poisoning
it was of little suprise to any of us.
In his eulogy her husband said
between a tear and a wink
that his wife had never gotten a tattoo
because of her disdain for ink.
and the skies are still blue like an illusion
and the skies are still blue like an illusion.
Growing up in the suburbs,
I never did have a neighbor who was a communist
but if I had, I’m sure
that he would have told me that,
more or less
give or take
you’ll never catch a fucking break
by wearing an oven mitt to a baseball game.
and the skies are still blue like an illusion
and the skies are still blue like an illusion.
And the seas are still cluttered by ballons
whose attached language grew too heavy to bare.
And the planets well they never asked to be discovered.
And our toleration for one well has become a bit malnourished don’t ya think.
And our curiosity well, has gotten the best of us
as we push aside the curtain every morning
just to confirm once more
that the skies are still blue like an illusion
and the skies are still blue like an illusion.
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12. |
Roy Moore's Wife
01:09
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Roy Moore’s Wife said it best, when she said that…
One of my lawyer’s is Jew
One of my garbage men is a dago
One of my secretaries is a dyke.
One of my dry cleaners is a chink
One of my bartenders is a mick
One of the guys who washes my car I call a spic.
One of my gardeners is a wetback
One of my bandmates is a camel jockey
One of my gym buddies is a gender fluid goy.
One of my house painters a Polack
One of my mechanics a redkneck
One of my post carriers a cracka faggot.
One of my deli guys is a dot head
One of my surgeons is a gook
One of my IT guys I call Apu.
One of my best friends is a lesbian Canadian
One of my pharmacologists is a kike
One of my neighbors is a nig…..oh no let’s not make it all about that!
And one of the biggest problems
facing us as a society of men and women
of races and religions is not so much
if someone is awoke or
uses languages that provokes
or just can’t take a fucking joke
but that some people are
just plain fucked
and no amount of lubrication
is going to help get that
stick out of their bigoted asses
any time soon.
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Everything at all times and all things at once.
Save me from my self righteous self
allow me my sarcasm and rest,
swallow a cynical pill instead of smoking
to help make me a better person
and may my fuck off attitude
liberate me from thee.
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Everything at all times
And all things at once.
Don’t let a bad attitude get in the way
of good manners,
and a self-deprecating sense of humor will get any
human animal through a vomit and shit stained night.
A racist joke only makes you racist
when you feel that undying need to tell it,
and well that is what can makes them
so god damn funny.
And remember don’t let a bad attitude get in the way
of good manners.
for
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Deliver thyself from stupidty and know that it will take
longer than a Dominos pizza for enlightenment to ever arrive.
Use aerobic exercise as a way to tighten your own ass
so as to create diamonds from all the bullshit
shoved back up.
And a weak handshake will keep you walking into walls
instead of opening doors,
you know what I’m talking about, right?
for
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Sing, puke and piss all over the typewriter machine.
Scream yourself silly before you sign out.
Delete your search history before going to bed.
And know in your heart that your spouse could
stab you while you sleep.
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
Everything at all times
and all things at once.
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