"Pax Americana infidelis"
I think we can all concur.
To hell with vicarious mass murder!
I led the pigeons to the fucking flag...
And they shit themselves, worshipped it,
Were diseases with beaks, and so for weeks they shot up heroin
And snorted mountains of blow
Until we waves crashed into the sides of a glass.
The world is flat and that's a fact:
Cling or fall off.
Just try to drift - you won't last with raging bellies sewn on.
Catch-22 replaces dragons slain,
Producing Gordian Knots in our throat -
Alexander claims he can cut them,
By inventing more of the same war.
They thought they had us firmly in their hands,
But all they have is a 200 plus year lie
And a mound of clocks.
So Bentham laid the groundwork, so the world
Was compressed and fitted into a box behind a screen.
Suddenly the one way window loses its sheen.
I prefer the mondegreen.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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