The grey area between black and white is brown, yellow and flame word to Blumenbach for setting colours down to a race anthropologist apologist salve wounds unwound by Ferguson Craig’s List my ammunition, write a Dummies Guide to tunnel vision with a scalpel I carve out a carpel flowering these premonitions decidedly an obfuscation, ‘cause fumblerules just cage deep thinkin I ain’t tryin’ a hit or put a nail through your head, beats me, just as well if it’s hollow or avocado I churn butter into cream, multilayered acapella no browbeating here, just passin on a baton that I copped from a cop who was pop lockin’ a shop porcelain white kettle callin’ a pot smoker out on a cough drop if you feel the rhythm, then hit ‘em, kill ‘em all, no prisoners taken y’know that’s far from the truth, but what’s the news tellin’ you? nothin’ but lies from the tablecloth, system is down syndrome sell-a-plot of land, labour, heart and soul, of body, mind, take control ‘cause anarchy fits the diagnosis, democracy is no prognosis public opinion is second to pole dancing voter’s hopes Maithri is a joker’s trope, house of cards is a vomitorium spill your thoughts on defectors, cross over, jaded prospector The world’s an oyster - clam shut Pearls of oceans - teardrop Strings pull Far East - Mahjong Game be rigged - mortician Pawn turns Queen to distract the worker from Chinese colony collapse disorder an opposition of thumb-rule won’t save the day ‘cause astrologers and court jesters still have their say face it, the back talk is mouth wash, turn cheek and sway to every pot stir, melting potpourri the demolition team is Back to Back, Soldier’s wage every opponent’s file’s been WinZIP cracked and stored away in a National Archive, they’ve ticked the boxes, they know their game there hasn’t been a decent proposition since the last drafted constitution torn to shreds by the very same fools whose claim to fame is an unashamed losing streak a tucked shirt could never sell hope to agrarian folk but a cultured incumbent can’t find a unique selling point it’s a market of viability, there’s need to feign feasibility ‘cause volition’s perdition is not really knowing the system Center, Left, Right, we’re just wingin’ it feather-weight, papers and scissors Liberalism is schism only in op-ed’s, who reads ‘em? Socio-geo-politickin’ the clock, the gimmick’s a mock duck and you’re out, soiled your chance on a loincloth a mammoth is obsolete, obelisk in the room that speaks for the burgeoning middle class as bourgeois as foie-gras a cartoonist could lose his freedom to pen an idea even if the lowest common candidate promises to heed ‘em ‘cause it won’t be too long till a four panel is printed with an elephant walking out the flag, propped on a stool juggling dung as the pan zooms out, it’s the show at the zoo Universe is chowder - macrocosm Spell a cast - reverse a grammar Drop the hammer - time is up Speak and spell - word is power
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 12:14:30 +0000
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