Transgressors!

You'd never know
Bags packed
Office supplies in tote
Fifty lulled faced
In this car alone

Tired as they will be going home
This could be the one!
Transgressors!
This could be the last bloody battle
Fiery sun
With its tendrils and hypnotic undulations
Big male belly dancer
Ushering in a new grotesque experience
As if there is anything new
Under the guts of this beast
But Tarentino and Rodriguez can't be the only ones
To take something hum drum
And make it a shockery


Under those blood red balls
These children of dirty water
Look to pig out
And pub out
In the dug out
Maybe hug out
And shrug out
Scurrying under this swinging pendulum
Dusty mites of yud yud
And yud hay...
Stardust satellites
Of their great robust father
Making good the only way they know how
It used to be a dance
But we were still just a bunch of scared titsuckers
Now with scorn we barely lift a finger
We made a slave
To place the blame
Some other loose cannon
Some other step child
To take the brunt
Over a nice brunch

It is this constant cock knocking bolo
That strings us like cattle
A dreamy sting
That distributes the fish
We are reminded
To brush our teeth
And listen to our favorite jam
Because this heartbeat
Alone
Will carry us home
Celebrate this panic
Drive a bus through it
And disperse the vixens
Because we are salivating
Over our manifest destiny
And loose with the leashes
We feast on friends
And bury our composers
In common graves
Because it's the sanitary thing to do
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4.14.08