Prelim

Everything you need
Can be ground out of greed
If you make haste and make others bleed
And are sensitive and have a sophisticated shiv to suit any situation.

The committee cops, bought, keeping the guile going and the top on
They don't care what's right or wrong
Whether you're brunette or blond
Long as you're capable of deforming your faint hearted fantasies into hell fiery fixations.

Eluded guys slurping on sluices of power , ( surrounded by A types getting ripe and rowdier by the hour.)
Getting excited by reports from the agencies
Then there's the wound up and ready-to-return-to-the-wombers getting wanton, looking sweet and sour.
Flipping thru albums of trophy atrocities
A few taking the detour du jour but nobody knows what they wore,
Somebody put the scissors to their accessories.


The world seems dirty,
Life shorter than a ditty
So better pick out the right gear
If you wanna be inured to the cool of the coroner.

History mugging like rats in the rain
Making it hard to tell who slipped and who was slain
And how ice can be maintained in your veins.
But be wary if you're a foreigner

There's always the chance of a tip off
Or a ripoff
Making things tough
So just offer yourself up until the ice melts.

Or get up earlier than usual and bypass the wallow you have to swallow every morning
To beat the floating forlorning
And the crown of thorns thing.
Lots of us have been beaten by a belt.


Outside of the potential for annihilation
We enjoy the fruits of the nation
And give credit to the Creation,
While the wasteland brand is brutal.

The alarms awaken
To true truths forsaken
And belongings have been taken
By schemers raunchy for stock launchings and riot squadings that keep the future bootless and futile.

Looking for a river to dip in
Where the elements run like elephants over assassins.
Even if the integrity is thin,
There's word of a tunnel or a funnel.

Glory's got a reputation for being gory
Its always a worry
Whether in a traffic distracted scurry
Or trapped in a place like Iraq getting chunked into charnel.

Fear's overrated, the work of hangman zealots
Weighs on you heavier than midnight eyelids,
The reason for the riot after the quiet.
Using these moments to motorize some maxim.

After roller coaster rides your equilibrium is such that the tendency is to walk right by the hideouts of the ogres,
Delaying the show-down with the flippers of dollars
But no reason to be mean and meagre.
This is only the prelim.