Ladies and Gentleman –
tonight’s ride will be like no other.
Before god, before man,
jump right in on the roller-coaster.
You’re about to embark
on a strange world,
your visions & nightmares,
will help you heal & create,
Please remain on your seats –
Welcome to Charlie & the Spice-Land Engine.
Hitler smelling cigarette buds
made out of nicotine pedals,
death tranquility, my bosom abstrew.
Bloated contours bluish isolation meanwhile.
starving the brown sirens,
they called it equinox boroughs.
Frontiers seem sluggish;
cease the Congo
stereotype across deprivation.
John Kennedy dressed as a transvestite,
sideshows declare laughing gas.
Jackie Kennedy Dominatrix
whipping sado-mens behind,
Charles Mansin warps your mind
like spell craft strings.
Chickens piss anemic pistols.
Nourishment’s snore, the sermon elephant molested.
the clock tick, tick, teasers.
Discombobulated stare, zurp Amphitheaters’ biology –
Who giveth lady-la periodic gonorrhea?
Who giveth imitation a proper adverb?
L. Ron Hubbard Nazi Superior –
his flock chanting: White Chocolate! White Chocolate!
Anarchy hallways, the gallery deceased.
You alienated me
you egotism death clap.
Unholy a cappella,
Mamas got a puppet to uh –
make cacophony piano crickets go clackfoom.
Whistle me transcendence –
forward & back snot calliope,
bull hook stars diminish.
Repetitive ruckus chewing your realm,
borrow the circuit look.
Squirming acrobats, boiler seeds ranting,
Nickelodeon psychological deviants.
Jim Jones rubbing Christ clit,
climax waterfall Kool-Aid.
Drops of cockroach’s Lilliputian.
Tempos and clarinet orifice,
spatial psychonauts whiff nirvana,
We repulsive gingers exhibiting
the mascara Macropsia.
Mouths Doodle cider slap,
reciting your steam stimulus carbuncle,
fractured pasta tentacle penises,
pitch the left balloons nipple,
Rodney King riots hallelujah.
Stigmata injected us
with leaves of old hog vermin.
Tupac Shakur poetry is dead.
Columbine monsters, guns bless America.
September – 9/11 demolitions,
System of hands, one world government –
Huxley smiles from his grave.
Mickey Mouse fascist Idol,
kids want to buy him,
love him, & they’ll do what the fuhrer says.
Communism is god.
Human production line, Adulthood infidelity orgies!
What are we doing to ourselves?
Is there no remorse left in our battery?
Do we go homicidal like the jungle creatures do?
I weep alone, because everyone lost faith in this planet.
Nobody gives a shit! All you care about is vanity.
We hope you enjoyed tonight’s elegant ride.
Please come back again soon, good-bye.
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