bringer
I want to sleep
I want to rhyme
I'm not a winner
i don't play the lottery
i'm not trained
to hunt gazelles
omnivorous simian chews on silicon
omnivorous simian stuffs chest with silicone
you're out there
surviving, staying
where the money is
the heat-vent of thermodynamic civilization
stay stay stay, stay where the money is, let’s see you
on the cover, cover girl, cover the cover, cover the tunes, the top forty
Let's listen to what they call a sellout,
let's dance to the sell-out song, let's synthesize the rest
no rest for the wicked though, no
not that damnation ever attained
a cinema verite credibility
after a gangland shooting in a catholic church
and a warped run to the japanese river wharves
in the post-apocalyptic future, like it's all preview premonition
like i dunno, pick a bible, any bible, point your finger
assign your sanctity
your sanctity
your fucking sanctity
profanize, before my eyes, my prize
endearing mafia mandibles moving in rhythm to a terrorist's totentanz
tarantelle, nuclear suitcase booming, blooming into a city's mushroom cloud,
maybe mine - assuming i must die for the reverence of the real, as if nuclear
war is real, a real possibility, isn't it really trite by now, abandoned
bunkers and superterranean real estate.
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