2003-05-05 - 11:49 p.m.
I often live/think/act my life on these intrinsic terms:
the chrome and the corrosion, the body and the worms.
I know there are so many things that I could, would and should do
While reaching for the golden rings -- this carousel is voodoo
All illin' for the bling bling, all while spinning, smiles and winking
But "where's the oyster with the pearl" is always in my thinking
"which coconut contains the ruby?" occupies distraction
and often circumvents the mood which motivates the action
to reach out, put the smack down on all the posers out there
who haven't got the guts to tell the truth about the plowshare
which broke the fallow, cut the earth and turned up all the soil
the master and apprentice, and the wheat and cruse of oil,
the bloody sweat of bone and meat and sinew in the furnace
of affliction for addiction beat the prospect that should earn us
we all sell out to the corporate comfort tentacles which strangle
and then stew in inert juices in our souls wherein we wrangle
as we bite the hand that feeds us wishing we could climb the ladder
of the cat that went before us, only we'd be so much fatter
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but I've travelled down that road before and always turn around
for there's nothing like the bridges road from Sodom's burning down
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