Dylan
07-14-2008, 05:41 PM
As usual, feedback appreciated. I hope you enjoy it!
“Honey, we need more pesticide.”
Laughing, joking, pointing rabid fingers at the moon,
Silly men with guilty eyes saunter off madly to frozen woods.
Rubber crushing forests, Travel on!
Their arms swinging and swaying to fearful rhythm of stomping steps
Held to a higher standard, better than the best,
Sent to serve several months of misery
amongst minds addled by bloodthirst and remorse.
Nervous, their voices ramble on. We the few…
Confused and bitter,
Ready for ash and the end,
Scorched earth and permanent leave.
Frustrated men, with a trail to climb,
They, we us, them, dwell on the departure
Our own worst enemy on the best of days,
On the coldest of nights.
Hate on tap, supplies never soon to run out.
Long suffering, carnage lingers overhead, waiting to have its say.
Violence, the new glue of society,
Senators plead for more!
More power, more pulses, law of the land!
New guns for everybody!
We’re a fine tuned machine,
Be a healthy robot…
No more rest, the march is on!
Time to fight Russians, or others,
Our integrity will take no blows,
If we can just keep our eyes shut a little while longer.
Act like your white, it’ll help.
Trust me, I’ve never told a lie,
I’m like Abraham Lincoln, or Marlon Brando, or Olatunji.
Conquer now, and now we win,
And the enemy has yet to concede.
Lest we forget we are champions drunk in battle
And we’ll remain more or less triumphant in the end,
We’ve won silence and land…
Like the Romans but with better drama.
Welcome to civilization, we have television and we’ve killed the Russians.
Really, we’re much happier now!
“Honey, we need more pesticide.”
Laughing, joking, pointing rabid fingers at the moon,
Silly men with guilty eyes saunter off madly to frozen woods.
Rubber crushing forests, Travel on!
Their arms swinging and swaying to fearful rhythm of stomping steps
Held to a higher standard, better than the best,
Sent to serve several months of misery
amongst minds addled by bloodthirst and remorse.
Nervous, their voices ramble on. We the few…
Confused and bitter,
Ready for ash and the end,
Scorched earth and permanent leave.
Frustrated men, with a trail to climb,
They, we us, them, dwell on the departure
Our own worst enemy on the best of days,
On the coldest of nights.
Hate on tap, supplies never soon to run out.
Long suffering, carnage lingers overhead, waiting to have its say.
Violence, the new glue of society,
Senators plead for more!
More power, more pulses, law of the land!
New guns for everybody!
We’re a fine tuned machine,
Be a healthy robot…
No more rest, the march is on!
Time to fight Russians, or others,
Our integrity will take no blows,
If we can just keep our eyes shut a little while longer.
Act like your white, it’ll help.
Trust me, I’ve never told a lie,
I’m like Abraham Lincoln, or Marlon Brando, or Olatunji.
Conquer now, and now we win,
And the enemy has yet to concede.
Lest we forget we are champions drunk in battle
And we’ll remain more or less triumphant in the end,
We’ve won silence and land…
Like the Romans but with better drama.
Welcome to civilization, we have television and we’ve killed the Russians.
Really, we’re much happier now!