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Organic Dust

jUnkie c*Ntz liKe mE

You see?
Junkie c*nts like me
Like to inject heroin and speed
Slide down the walls of logic
Smoke some crack and then employ it
to gain some filthy f*cking lovely clarity

You see
Junkie c*nts like me
Can forget all our concerns
when we grab a spoon and burn
The judgements of the norm
As we shoot our minds above the storm
Digest your blame and crush your scorn

Though sometimes, just sometimes
we like to grasp the missing links and giggle

You see you are wrong and I am right
Ok?
The judge then rapes and beats his wife
But I?
I wish to be honest about my illicit choices
Though I know that they will twist…
My youthfully twisted voices
My reasons just excuses
As they inflicts more mental bruises
And then throw the fucking spotlights onto me

Oh, why are you swearing again mR yOuth?

Well if you’d just let me explain
I’m just another human
Who wants to float in peace
Don’t wanna be a madman or a gOd
to watch the crucifixions cease
I just want some human contact
Without the hammy backdrops
Of the self deceived and hurting
Wearing crop tops
Designed by men for women
who seek to be told they look so f*cking fine
Girl, I don’t like these consumer dinosaurs
nor the way they choose to dine

So what about me?
Well see
I met a girl who said that natural needs indeed fuel actions
And that if you’re gonna mess with others
You should take care of your own reactions
To kindly leave those others whole
You see I myself

I tread a thin line between righteousness and blindness
And now I start to see the kindness
Growing weary
in each and every other Mutha f$ckers soul

In the club under banners
I see her eyes act like spanners,
Natural passions,
My nuts tighten
As her sunny outlook lightens
The shades of grey in me
But to explain or live this dream’s too complex
And so unlike the judge
Alone with drugs I choose to be

An advocate of equality
A brother of solidarity
With hard earned junkie clarity
Up close and in 3D
Am I not still reflecting beauty
The benefits of duty
As I check which laws from you could set me free
When you stare me in the eyes and judge
a junkie c*nt like me

Is it not Ok to buy an ounce of spliff
My friend quietly asks her boss
Beg your pardon dR pSyche
Keep quiet about your choice
Your answers are condemned by us
So shut your mouth
Don’t f#cking fuss
Or fight our fine solutions

Oh, please-man
Confuse my friend a little further
Take issue with her empathy and laughter
and make things worse for yourself once again

Your actions now less pleasing
than those connoisseured
coke sneezing
Power mongering people you employ
The ones whom fox hunt
Go to night clubs for fun
Rob a bank
Have a wank
Make amends
Hire drunks to build prisons
To delay cynicisms
To then say you have control around here

So come tell me what’s your logic
Why would you lock us up for this?
Can’t you see we’d treat you kind
Despite your thinking set rock solid
As you decide your blinkered minds
Slowly form our fate
Pick your vices and unwind
Can’t you see some junkies contemplates
Whilst you my dear just grind

And still despite all this
we do not always badly judge you
Or in reality despise you
For your faults wont criticise you
Just want to know
Who you can let us be
When you tie up, wind up further
Junkie Cunts
like her and me

Evolved Musings

So now in earnest I’ll lay down my muses
To unpick this world that so oft’ confuses
love with hate and tolerance with blame
and so much more, too much to name

A head fuck for any one mere mortal
left best dealt with hearty chortle
as comedians best unravell woes
that most ignore, remaining beaux
whilst leaving bright our disposition
though stead fast stuck our true position
that given 20 years or more
a good analyst could teach most to ignore
or at least accept to contemplate
The ‘futile’ gains of changing ‘fate’

Though if we’re honest
should we not despise
our ignorance that shouts down those cries
of youthful twists, naive protests
that cause fitful sleep, not serving best
any individuals innate needs
regardless of their race or creed
social status, tribe or clan
baby, murderer, woman or man

See the norm accepts the norm as real
and those viewing Icaras would have thought him surreal
A crazy man with feathered arms
though least he meant no body harm?
So let him ponder on his dreams
whilst we await the engines screams
before we board such fancy planes
that once only the mad would entertain

So with this in mind is it impossible
that societies solutions lie infeasible
Out of reach from minds of babes
denied the questions of their day
of all the things not dealt by us
whilst politics still storm and fuss
With oposing parties, 3 swords apart
to defend our nations one true heart
of democracy, ‘protecting all’
left stagnating the pit-o’-fools
Youthful twisting
Naive protesting
Rat race accepting
Trained
Educated
Or
Found to suffer the consequences

So change the norm, the norm is real
and though well regarded in mass appeal
is just a state, a state of mind
that should be dis-owned by all mankind
and not just by the righteous rightful few
arrogant enough to condone a right for you
that does not fit and so slips and slides
bereft the glory from your sight

So listen the conmen, and suffer their crimes
to rebuke their words with cons sublime
as it’s easy stuff to argue quiet
those that once had need to riot
but not so simple to turn back time
and rid those conmen of their crime
As ‘til now they’ve but hid from maladaptive stress
left the ship of fools sailing on relentless
but the answers simple, face the facts
we’re sailing forth
not looking back

(in the style of Johnathan Swift(ish))

We are So Fragile

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I am so fragile that
I have others control you
Would rather steal your power
than embrace your charms
So broken, I desire
to control your spirit
above my need for love

I am so
intrinsically weak
that I cower
behind
giant multinationals

So brittle in faith
I ride
blind and roughshod
over the masses

So unstable
I must demand
celebration of my name
(and all it stands for)

So distortedly complex
I will gather you
like fresh farmed flowers

Will harvest you with
not so much as a twitch
of compassion, awareness or guilt

So dead and void inside
I sold off all
but those closest to me

Man, woman or child
you are now drowning
in your understanding of me
your need to regain control

So lost in attempted
comprehension of yourselves
You become all that made me

yOu aRe sO vEry fRagile

yOu are my servant and my gOd

X-Box Hate Machine

Shooting people in the face

should be fun

especially to music

in hi def resolution

 

So this cHristmas

treat your children

to the perfect present

Screw peace and love

Forget all things pleasent

Get your pukey parasites

some highly polished

consumer shite

Coz baby jesus

would love to see

your home grown flesh

(turned killing machines)

spilling brains on their PS3

 

And if per chance

their brains should rot

and lacking skills

not get a job

they’ll be pre-trained

to join the M. O. D.

(who disguise their trade

through gOds decree)

 

Who makes these games?

What grand creator?

Who modifies our childrens’ nature?

I used to love

but now I hate ya…

Political Malfunction

public shool

Immediate recall on politicians

business men and puppeteers

Who attended public education

between 1920 and 2000

 

It has been found that

morality and ethics

were completely missed

from your programming

 

You are

a liability to the world

Please return

for decommissioning

 

This is an urgent recall

 

Rudeness Amplification

You smacked some knowledge in me

As I did not say please

Though I meant not to be rude

Or unleash an attitude

That your morality would condemn

As you take offence to what’s not said

 

Yet if I weren’t just but a child

I’d realise neither of us knew better

But being a kid that can’t see through your sh*t

Your example merely informs and embitters

 

So please find regret

In your foul etiquette

Or neither of us may grow bigger

 

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