32 Lines [MAD]

He said god dammit we're mad as hell
So open your windows its time to yell
and most agreed we might as well
since the core of the speech resonates like a bell

and all though he looked just a little unwell
he spoke of a certain transposable hell
in which all of the lies are cast out like they’re spells
calling in silent dawns where the thought trees are felled

and beyond a private prison prairie solely run for wealth
a nihilistic visionary trademarks plans in stealth
to mundane-ify the beautiful & misrepresent the truth
and dramatise to monetise the once relied upon as proof

so apathise your modus operandi held aloof
and resurrect the rarely uttered jabberwock like strewth
Culture cults breed morbid mulch to fertilise the soup
with soylent corporate sponsoring of recommissioned nukes

1987 is 3 more then Orwell saw
Said some s o b who once was looked upon as raw
Thick like the oil corexit sunk down to the ocean floors
The want for greed is need & the need was always wanting more..

So have the words all lost their meaning
Or maybe it’s that we’ve stopped believing
Is it the fluoridated water
Or just an inability to court her

Cause a spark ignite your mortar
Send your mind but leave your saunter
Staggered ego daggered eyes
Painted smile long bloodlines

red dress lady mystic thighs
False messiahs immortalised
Jazz waltz trance demystified
excuse me while I kiss the sky.

-TF

You know when I read this I could hear the AC/DC style guitars and drums in the background.

This really needs to be a rock song

S&F

reply to post by 74Templar


I always hear some wordy 1920's british guy...
but after your comment now I'm thinking black sabbath war pigs..
that was a good call bro, thanks for the comment
glad you enjoyed my writings..

Peace,
-TF

ETA: now I'm thinking iron maiden...