I pray that may the sacred muses of *****
purge my soul of these malignant spirits:
a cartoon man has cursed the American earth;
O holy panderer & pederast who built
a financial empire in a world of mental
confusion where children
would be ever confused
by cartoons coming to life & the people
who don't exist being portrayed by purebred
people who are nothing like what they portray;
non-profit junkies & skanks & lantern flies
gush out of the fascist *** of corporate lanterns
marching rows of red, white & blue American
suffocating w/ the malignant unchristian spirit
with pagan cliches witchcraft of goth rituals;
brunettes broadcasting their line worldwide
confusing the feral children
with guns who grow up to go off to fight wars;
killing each other in rage as the corporate private
profits continue to rise & there is no room at the inn
for anyone & there the grapes & bees become
extinct so whole contours of bonfires of tires turned
to furnaces & ovens don't incinerate the dead
wholly so parts remain to be buried of course
it doesn't work out that wasted
way every day, it never does & never did.
so says the ancient writing of days of the daylight
host holy manna raining down
on the prophet's head like the shapely young girls
in their sunlit gowns that are spiritual crystal
butterflies of my own making & design