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John Oct 2010
They know what you're thinking
Before you even get a chance
To act on what you're feeling
Paralyzing
All sense of security
They don't give a ****
All they want is what's in your pockets
They view the world with eyes tinted green
It's time to turn this **** around
If you know what I mean
Because all I see is red
So now it's time to spread
This feeling
Time to make it obvious
The feeling is not fleeting
Nothing makes it any less intense

So let's gouge out their eyeballs
Leave them screaming there in pain
Splattered with blood will be the walls
They try to tell us we're insane
But it's just a state of mind
That they have yet to find
But we'll show them
We'll put their eyes up to the ceiling
And turn on the fan
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Bones
Wilt
Wake

Moans
Shalt
Scrape

Heavens empire!!!

Laughs wilt be squeels
Wheels shalt  turn dust
Babies wilt get no thirst
The ***** will loose their ****

Mothers shalt betray husbandman
Fathers to turn to housemaiden
Keepers will secretly watch

As secrets do liveth here!!!

Gangsters
Shalt turn to God
Good boys will turn devlish
Both becoming one as mobs

Notorious grubs!!

Excitement
They'll get by anarchy imprisonment
Delightment
Shalt be their worldly knowledge and kinships

Undertakers!!!

Open
Turned shy
Dead
Arrise
Blue
To black skies

As zombie robot moribunds they'll be
Whilst at their own funerals!!!
Matt Apr 2016
I think it's kind of stupid
And I think it's kind
Of funny

When I hear people
Bla bla blabbing
About the money

And I'm just
Not that concerned
About the money

I think it is
Awfully foolish
And a bit funny

How people
Of all ages
Can't stop blabbing
About money

The FED can print more and more
But any layman
Can see what's in store

Our currency is debased
I should learn to enjoy canned foods
Maybe I'll have to learn
To enjoy the taste

A 40 hour work week
What a bunch of b*

I sat around the house
And filled my belly full

The less you work
The more these
Money grubbers
Dislike you

I'd rather to other things
Than make money

And I think it's awfully foolish
And I think it is kind of funny
How people keep blabbing
Blabbing about the money

I was born into wealth
A middle class
American family

And Id be content
To live in the park
Lighting incense candles
In the dark

Doing the minimum
And being lazy
That's not
What most people do
And that's not okay
To those who worship money

Well to these judgemental people
I'm here to say
Forget you

It's my life
And I'm going to do
What I want to do

Born into wealth
Yep it's true

I'll let others
Be worried
About the money

I'm here to inherit
My parents' wealth
Relax, And do things
That are good
For my health

So go ahead
And judge me
For not caring
That much
About money
Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer (hooping Rudolf would
set precedent as every other reindeer hoof
dost not get cleft out in the cold) withdraws
not to budge like...a Mexican stonewall
contractual obligations grudgingly negotiated,
(especially citing animal abuse as insanity clause),

while angrily clattering rooftop
to rooftop, without pause,
what, and me forcing those strenuous hee haws
(hint to potential dada's, that ledger domain
promising humongous gifts gets old fast,
generating nuttin boot lockjaws

(other Kris Kringles would agree),
where haggard overworked (underpaid)
frequently threatening unionized joining
posse to become outlaws
migrant elves lose stamina to applause,
the jolly ** ** ** role of Santa Claus,

and to a lesser extent return (like new -
with store tag) Easter Bunny suit, defacto
birthday party planner, et cetera,
oh...almost forgot tooth fairy -
ouch! that took a ****** bite out of finances,
hence needed heavy duty gauze,

yet now this papa merely draws
lipservice joy to the world Bobe myseh,
aye yie yie despite punishing, nee
turning into filet mignon, those who poo poo
those culturally grafted pagan grand Poobahs
face lash, and quickly get

smote with invisible taws
particularly any
antiestablishmentarianism
leftist southpaws,
no matter poetically wry ming spewed cents

ability uttered from courtesy
minority reporting maws,
(case in point dexterously yours truly)
laments glaring flaws,
not only of those unaccountable booking costs
driving Earthly unaffordable

materialistic capitalistic jaws,
no matter (albeit
more quiet and somber),
I breathe sigh of
relief to escape naws
zee hating crass mass foofaraws,

and beat hasty retreat from pandemonium
(part and UPS parcel)
fueling manufacturing factories
producing widgets, trinkets, gewgaws,
et cetera subsequently giving employment
(reed nepotism) opportunities

to aunts, uncles in-laws
of management (a perk
found most objectionably
with he who doth trumpet
deed duck shins
to needy) re: yule stated

Taj Mahal family cause,
but to enrich the coffers
of salivating power hungry
(jibber jabber) money grubbers
brandishing chainsaws
to cut down farmed Christmas trees,

where dollar signs
spin each eyeball rubbed raws,
this minor manifesto
concludes as welcome retreat,
where stale Yuletide saws
reverberate warbled carolers
punctuating psalm songs with ews ah ahs!
KG Jan 2021
My present hardly exists.
The day to day feels the same as 6 months ago until she made her appearance.
I've been neatly pressed into a mold to fill this cog shaped hole.
Steamland could use a sandwichmaker like me. My angry bread would laugh at how stupid the machine-like dreams money grubbers and land lubbers ring in my ears.
They fear the truth behind scenery reflected in my eyes.
So they'll ignore my laughing meat slapped on heated grain to feed and sustain the dreadhorde that fills their pockets till the change clatters across this sterile concrete for the rats to fight over.
She says she smiles when I'm happy.
I smile when she smiles is that too sappy?
Are we now trapped in happiness now the search has hit the last stop of this decade-long fix?
I hope so. I have my doubts and baggage, though I'm fairly certain I forgot it on the last train stop platform. Now can I ask all passengers to please head to the next car 10$ richer and not look back as we have only just met and need to fill up each others lack of *****?

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