The caesar shoved another bloody slice of mutton
into a chubby mouth already stuffed to the rafters,
as the champion inserted two silver, jaded stiletto
into the vanquished orbs of a foe slating hereafter
His thumb still pointed down, dripping the grease
he brought it up quickly and swiped it 'pon fleece
"You've served me well gladiator yet I need more!"
"And until satisfaction naught bread for the poor!"
We've let the coyote back in the coop
he's at hens again, licking their poop
The fox's now rabid, more than afore
we gave him a key; he busted a door!
For four years we saw, full of a terror
as wolfman bit, eviscerating bearers
We screamed warnings, to deaf ears
so, no chicken, and farm 'tis at tears!
Well, they're gooks, is all I'm sayin'
nuttin bad there, just weird prayin',
with the slanty eyes the yella skin
I ain't racist, and I ain't never been
but the way they talk all gibberish
oh, the stinky rice, like smelly fish
no I don't mind seeing 'em around,
I don't care for chink-chink sound
I'm going to war on Facebook, with my pitchfork sharpened and ready
I'm up against AR15s, as I'm committed now to courageous and steady
The billionaire has all the moola, me only wheat, rice, lentils and peas
the problem's his Animal Farm piglets, entitled to do what they please
they like to believe in all hogwash, of the 2000-year-old, fictional kind
oh, bloody class war's comin', and science won't back down this time!
I had a dream last night, a wonderful dream a fabulous dream
I dreamt karma rose up like a giant, raging wave upon the sea
her windswept scene unleashing a bloody revolution 'pon me
trump and musk, hanging dead on piano wire's all I could see
I shouted with joy, "oh 'tis a miracle that this can actually be!"
thought, now we can return to our USA lives a lot more freely
'Tis too little too late and nothing now can be done,
as inevitable here has every last chance on the run
zero hopes up my sleeve, no new rabbits in the bag
my odds of getting saved just continuing to go bad!
I've a curse 'pon my pox with karma of providence
but I admit to you dears my situation makes sense,
I manifested beds, by being ignorant of some truth
I gamed life as a fool, now I'll pay through the roof!
At some point men must bow to fate
To swallow choices good or bad
No turning back the hands of time
To should or could or would have had
At some point men must eat old crow
To cross their hearts and hope to die
No second bites more curative
To revel in rich humble pie
At some point men must take the fall
To raise the white flag blamelessly
No saving graces but for one
To age and wizen shamelessly
Death is an end to waking
Nicely in the morning light
Closing out all cognizance
Clinging to the last good night
Death is a halt to dreaming
Sweetly in the starry dark
Wiping out all memory
Fading in the final spark
Death is a stop to living
Finely in the daily sun
Blotting out all turning points
Adding up to one and done
Gods are not real
Gods are a yarn
Made up by oafs
Born in a barn
All gods are forged
All gods are mock
Followed by fools
Dumb as a rock
All gods are false
All gods are fake
Cooked up by clowns
Long on the make
Gods are not real
Gods are man-made
Worshiped by dolts
Expertly played
Life 'tis a trek, our one-way journey
came to the womb, left on a gurney,
life's an adventure, so they're sayin'
look at them, their answer's prayin'
Life's unknown, folding unplanned
formation dunes in hourglass sand
