Another poem I wrote recently. Enjoy! |
The staccato clang of the revolving doors Is a stark reminder of the Blue and white men who live on the plain They’ve come from on high to take your wives and daughters They’ve come in the middle of the night to take you to the slaughter The mirror dropping to the floor The window is shattering at the door The roofless house across the street Is burning away The kids all shouting Come out and play The capital punishment administered by the Czar The strength of the sheet rock will not go far The crash on freedom street In liberty square The minister’s daughter just doesn’t seem to care The president’s locked in an ovular orgy Masturbating all over The predecessor’s green, flattened body The treasurer is standing on top of the stage He's lookin' kinda deranged His hair is grey and covered with mange The metal fire is rusting In the garage The spirit dance of the cultural collage Is stomping on the ears of an old blind banker The kids are all shouting It’s time for a change The cold, black steel In a million different hands Pointed at the men who are standing at the greens Come now, move your asses up out of the way At the break of dawn, we’re taking over |