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Brass Knuckle Prizes In The Cereal Box
Presidential Prostitute Tooth-Fairy Wish-Grantor
Unfiltered Filibuster Legal Battle With Cancer

In previous generations I’d walk the entire attention span of any friend’s mental suspension bridge,
navigating paths of endless friendships,
interconnections relentlessly leaking from splintering heavens,
nowadays I question if I’ll burn a bridge as an alternative source of fuel in this oil dependant nation,
repenting the sins of product placement,
a church attic full of guilt evasion and a nursing home basement with boxes labeled “Angel Contagion”
just breath deeply once and grab grace with the patience of Doctor Strangelove asking blood smashing awkward bass drums of war,
polyrhythmic six against four,
I never did nothing for him but number the horsemen, all four of them fidget with forty bored digits and trigger fingers ready to itch
shit I couldn’t have picked a better day to switch limits with an infinite potential infant -
his karmic credentials exquisite,
his carbon-based prison is gifted with a perspective preceding adolescent dejection but on closer inspection his heart has grown hollow, tomorrow his Roshambo disintegrates as follows:
“Here take this paper to take score while we take rock and scissors to make war.”
I tried to break up the kindergarten grudge match but before I could step in; bloodbath.
Revenge of the rugrats now playing on every jungle gym,
dismantle the monkey bars and use that shit to rumble with,
kids today just ain’t nothin’ to cuddle with,
the trouble with schools today isn’t curriculum or teachers,
it’s accessible blueprints and load-bearing cantilevers,
beams easily burned by gasoline in two liters,
the whole school up in flames when the toddlers turn to readers

Snap Snap Snap Crackle Pop
Brass Knuckle Prizes In The Cereal Box
Presidential Prostitute Tooth-Fairy Wish-Grantor
Unfiltered Filibuster Legal Battle With Cancer

Ever since the early twentieth the ugliest shit's been on the books,
people were too busy working dead-end jobs to look,
to dodge responsibility the primitives tried agility,
but sophisticated money-freaks became limited liabilities,
an ancient money-ninja technique from a clan with no code of honor,
they’d start a corporate charter and charge an arm and a leg for water,
morally repugnant but legally proper,
plus the law could offer corporates the same rights as humans
and plenty of protection when people went and sued them,
it was two thousand twenty two when a fatally clever board of directors finally put two and two together,
“do we need any more than being native born and aged one year more than thirty four?”
“Well it’s not a requirement, but it helps to love violence,”
twisted morals and two-seventy electorals and the job is yours so hit the campaign trail,
citizens wish that the campaign failed,
but the corporate corks on their champagne sailed,
witness the end of general presidential elections and welcome the president - General Electric,
his vice president; the Philip Morris Nabisco Reynolds Tobacco company,
a typical corporation, tomorrow their cancers are sovereign nations,
any attempt to destroy their carcinogen creations will end in legal battle if not full on legislation
against the bodily location that rejected it,
the precedent is set so get set to get sued if you get better soon,
cuz cancers have rights too and if it hadn’t burned down you would’ve learned that shit in school.

Snap Snap Snap Crackle Pop
Brass Knuckle Prizes In The Cereal Box
Presidential Prostitute Tooth-Fairy Wish-Grantor
Unfiltered Filibuster Legal Battle With Cancer

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