Sunday, August 12, 2007

Back to the Factory

The natural selection of national elections
Is an outcome with the most corrupt rules of engagement by those who play the roughest
The ones with the most money and the ever ready connections
To Hell's finest.

Freedom means , to hand maidens of annihilation , what ever the hell it wants it to mean
They osmose on power's nectar, stimulating the brain to untoward actions ,that are no accidents, that bloodily bleed.
Bombing pleasure domes into crime scenes
Successfully seeding sectarian chaos that has lost its gloss ; others with a grasp of basic math fumble thru the formula and follow their lead

There's a great many nebulous words to brand the inner call of the wild 
The little devil and the little angel standing on shoulders arguing
Too many Saturday morning cartoons going back to when the kids sat entranced in front of cave walls.
Words that need unglueing.

When the linguistic experience meets a mismatched allegory,
send them back to the factory.

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