How structure remains harmonious the Bible: and that was awesome! We have a blowup on aisle 9. The harmonious register just crashed. You never know you might get a receipt for just an hour, and that works because it doesn’t.
I don’t have any voice today. I’ve seen high and low, like everyone. I don’t dance on thin ice. I can actually see myself as other people, all day long, all the while nursin’ my own self.
I’m balanced inside, but I will tell you if you hurt me. I love humanity but know humanity’s not a nice person in its gears. I don’t fool myself that I’m loved.
I can sure react in an unguarded moment, and I hold you inside if you’ve hurt me, wonderin’ over that wound wanting justice to prevail, the justice of the other person: you count me as yourself and make amends somehow— in school; we haven’t gotten down to these files yet in our everyday life. We think punishment works.
We’re not even close to lovin’ one another. We are animals in a bullpen. We don’t know where we are. The sky’s the limit. It’s all up from here we think we’re high and mighty.
I can’t get over this lie we tell ourselves. It ruins our day. We can’t get out of bed and open up the mornin’ with us. There’s us and the rest of the world, and we’ve regulated nature to our tires. We don’t know the means of harmony. We think a boardwalk is something to eat. Our comfortableness in nature determines our appreciation of it. We don’t like it raw and wild in our ability to keep our hands off it where we elect officials or they are forced upon us. One day they’ll get it for their bulldozers and next of kin. The minerals on it rule out its welfare just wait and see its resources rule.
How do you change man? It depends on which stomach you use. You can’t find all of them. A communist rogue state, you can’t policy them forth, and a kingdom, well, their king rules. Let’s take democracy by the hand. No one can do that yet.
Can I explain we are not in the betterment of man? Primitive emotions rule the day, and they all center on greed. We are an economy of making money before we are a democracy. Well let’s roll up our sleeves and get at it, shall we?
Well the first thing you know ole Jed’s a millionaire. [sing line to TV song] Is that every politician that rules us? Do they have to be? Do you want them to be? Do rich people know best, and if they aren’t in office, do they determine who is? Does that make a representative democracy make life better for you if you have to grovel for a paycheck to make ends meet?
How many are in those shoes? Here, here, I’m here, and so are you, and know I’m speaking to the majority of mankind. Well how do we take back the city? Good God we’ve been animal all along the haves have ruled over the have nots. If you accumulate wealth, you determine society. Occupy did no good.
You can’t protest this out of the picture, but if you want your country back, change the way protests are made. You want to limit campaign funds to where the government gives them, no outside agencies. Not one dime comes from an outside source. The office will determine the price. We will we will rock you. [sing line to popular rock song] Among the candidates they’re distributed equally, determined by office. Obviously the president gets more. They get a certain amount of air and TV, newspaper and bulletin board. Nobody uses their own money. If they’re caught they’re out, not put in jail.
You disagree with this? It doesn’t have to be buffaloes. People need to be informed not inundated. We don’t have to make an election and entertainment’s scene or the gist our our lives. Do you still object? Can you see yourself in the mirror? Are you about real, positive change, or do you want a corrupt system that makes it for your greed?
Where are you at? You’re not on our side, we the people. Is this vacation spots? Know to be in office is to sacrifice. You have modest means. Scaled-Down, the living standards of those in power. They’re public servants. I’m talking modest, not meager or measly, befitting their role.
How do you vote for them? We look at requirements and qualifications, make an honest list, and narrow down the candidates to that. What’s you’re lookin’ for is a leader that is above the hatred of the crowd, that has compassion and sympathy and genuine goodwill. You need a man above the rest or a woman head and shoulders above the crowd, someone who can represent anybody. The cast is open to the humble and the low, economically speaking, and we’d wanna keep the rich out of office. Now that’ll change the world. Stock markets and political parties, they’d go the way of the dinosaur, don’t you see?
That’s how we begin, get at those campaign funds. It makes common sense. It will bring good government in time. It’s a place to begin. Dangerous, aren’t I? I’m not tryin’ to be. This is where we need to be to make it work, this human evolution we don’t even know is happenin’ and really don’t care, and that’s my fight: can you oh all ye people care?
The strength is on the distant, but would that you could hear me now. This is a way to be free. Do you want to be free? You’ve been lied to all along you know by politicians and their aggravators. They’re not in it for you, all ye good people of the United States. A few special interest groups control everybody, make their economic needs, power structures, and the rich take the cake.
What do we do? Don’t believe the liars for one. They don’t want Greenland. They’re just gettin’ ready to own the world. Do you believe that? How humble are you? Everybody’s pride believes the dictator, their own want the world. You are so very important you gobble up the world, right Disney, Yahoo, Microsoft, Donald Google? Meta is another name for greed, and Amazon delivers greed to your door, makes the whole world pay the price.
Executives, executives, executives, in that higher dollar amount, do they rule the world? Just ask inflation do they need that higher amount to make it all for themselves? Walmart, Walgreens, who’s getting richer? You know it. Okay vote for him again, the status quo, and see if you can afford the cost of living it grows and grows.
When’s it gonna end the tyranny of the few? Don’t we want a fair system, the right people in charge? I’m sorry commies and religious oligarchies and them damn kingdoms, only democracy can adapt to coming pressures. Democracy was made for man, in these shadow times, in these shallow times. You think man was made for the system of rules?
You don’t know the price of democracy. We grab it by the horns, make it work for what it really is. It’s a system for man. It’s a system for real. Now you take the campaign funds and make them work for the people, bring democracy down to science, who needs to be in office and who don’t. Is that so hard to believe? Is that so wrong? I’m a red-blooded American tellin’ you this, an ex-Green Beret, and I love you. Is that okay?
I want change, real change. I want the system to stop hurtin’ people. I want a representative democracy that works. I’m not tryin’ to tear down the system, and that’s where I’m scary, you know? Can you hear my campaign funds? See what I mean?
This is all about hitting the form. I’m a grocery boy at a supermarket, and I have worlds behind me. I could go to vagabond rivers yes, but I don’t think you want to see me there. I don’t want to stand here and sing. I’m a checkout boy at a grocery list, and I have to eat to survive. You don’t have poet shelves. You throw out the poet’s long underwear. You don’t have room for poets.
There are no guardians in history today. This is all about makin’ money, your personal toolkit. I will not be rescued by who gives a damn, but I just might take off with my dog and find greener pastures, from point A to point B. No more vagabonding for me.
I’ve lifted the race up, and you don’t knows it yet. Fuck me I’m tired, and there is no end in sight to grovel for a paycheck, to workin’ my ass off for the Man. Son of a bitch, I want a better world don’t you? Is it a paycheck?
The vital part of the vital, is it there? Look in Matthew’s sermon, so you can ornament it, love your brother as yourself, especially in these days. Works, huh?
That’s my beautiful latest poem. With the internet conked out, open the woman that doesn’t have it yesterday, and let’s have a new field today. Is that so hard to believe?
If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
It snows in springtime, off the board. It smells in springtime— says my dog. She loves it there— a smell ring. David son of Benjamin, he suffers there. Everybody thinks he’s a Jew. Medieval applications apply. He’s magnificent— a great people. Jesus son of Benjamin, see what I mean?
To see it’s a world of scary mystery me’s, [sing line] and that’s in the oven. You don’t have the price is right. This is grandiosa me. Thank you. Whadda I do? Everything on Earth’s fine, just you have some problems in it, unnaturally in your lane. It’s a bear, and you get richly left alone too much for the shadows, and they are monsters. Oh, okay, I’m left alone in the dark.
I’m feelin’ Planet Earth. Now you’re a smart cookie, a smart little girl. Earth is fine means you have to study yourself to understand its price. It’s a werewolf. It hates you and hates you and hates you, and I’m sorry, but this is disguised as love. Even your loved ones stand with you where everyone feels alone. You can’t get enough love.
The secret of the ages: you know every human being just wants to be loved. This is powerful. It eats you alive. What’s to do about it? I’m right in the middle of this, okay? But I have the most amazing charge: everything’s alive, and I feel the likes of everybody. I can’t get over you, how big you are to yourself as I am. I really hurt for you, and I feel you deeply. This casts me alone under the eyes of everybody, all these deities, so many devils, beings in every corner of the woods, nature spirit upon nature spirit upon nature spirit, and so many spirits you don’t understand, and so many things have eyes.
Can you get a load of my day? It’s so cozy in bed with my dog. Great feelins— I don’t have the world on my back, and I’m in my cocoon shimmerin’ with my dog. Nature approves. I gather strength there. Do you know I make my night a boat to curse on the world’s dreams 11:30? I’m gonna make it outta here to another field of consciousness that experiences the world differently 12 o’clock high.
I have a question. What’s that boat about? The world is your illusion right in front of you. The reality’s inside, but you live in the world like it’s free. You have no obligations or even thoughts in your head, no sense of I at all, but you fulfill everybody perfectly. You’re not a go-getter. It’s passive, warm, and kind. You’re just there, like a star in the sky, and you know this is dangerous on earth. People want to eat you, but you’ve arrived at the starting point to bring down God on earth.
Future plans we grab the Earth by its horns and divinize the living shit out of it and make it nice and green. We make it right. This is all in our heads, and we will bring down Supermind here. Aeons away? I have no idea, and I hamburger for enlightenment now, the spiritual change, but the closer I get, I just can’t get there. I see everything, but it still bites.
I’m a cashier at a register makin’ Walmart money, and do you know how normal that is? I’m a cashier for enlightenment now. Enlightenment squirrels. The public sees you as a target to handle their groceries and items, and they really sympathize with you doing that for the most part. You got a loan together, the public and you, to bring humanity home. You are so intimate with their stuff, and they trust you. I take every customer as my responsibility. I want to touch them there: the immediacy of the moment is fine with them. It’s what Walmart strives for but doesn’t know how to do. Thank you. I’m meat in their hands, but let’s get on with it.
I love humanity don’t you? I cannot profound things to the very cosa itself, what we’re doin’ here and why. I can tell you how wide it is, but I cannot big get there. We’re on a spaceship you know. Glidin’ through Earth are cosmic agencies, and there is bigger than that. Do you know the Alone fronts your face? Try that mystery. It’s apart from everything all things is. I alone with that sometimes. You can feel its breath upon your shoulders, but why are we here? Because it is we are. That’s all I can tell yah. We are its strings to pull existence along that it opens nothingness with. I get enough sustenance from that thought to satisfy my cravings for being.
And every one of us is like that: me I’m an alligator eating nothingness alive. That’s personal. Have I given you the spoon yet? Can you take existence by the hand and bake it to where it means somethin’? Can you eat off my words? To bring their items home, I have that job with customers. I match them with their price. Give me a minute. I’ll get better at this job, like you will improve my see. I can’t talk to you general public. You’ve blocked me out. A poet and his public, is there a ringer there? Is there even a price? All the old gatekeepers apply. They will not let you do it anywhere else, be a public poet. You have to be gateway approved. Even the reader readin’ this will not poet it in his box if it’s not found poetry on an official poetry channel. We’re squirrels that way. We’re herd sour, and I can’t get out of this pen. Fine, I’ll tell you again.
Everything has eyes. Can you live there? Can you feel humanity’s heat like it’s your own baked bread? Can you see your dog’s as person as you, minus the grasp with the hands the grasp in thought, and you love those creatures? I’m stoppin’ eatin’ meat. I just can’t take it, all those little lives snuffed out to arrive on my table after untold suffering. I feel the meat I eat, and it’s paradise here in America, a meat lover’s paradise. We just don’t know what hurts. I’m not a fanatic about it. I’ll just get that conscious diet, not freak out if I eat an animal a time or two, feelin’ its life. Can you get there, laid back about it all, not offended by anything? You’re just lookin’ at yourself studyin’ your every day to be a better me in it, to develop yourself to answer God’s prayers. That’s the price of livin’ if you want to know. That’s what we all take on. That’s what we all live to Earth is better this planet right now. You feel me dog?
Then change my name. Change your body. That’s not it. Good morning. Dirty-Purdy, you gonna pay it or what? It has eyes. It’s a snake in the grass, but it’ll kiss your feet. You can’t run it down. You can only be with it like you mean it. Hello Robin Hood. Attention Walmart shoppers, a lot of money behind the fence. Freshness just comin’ in, you gonna pay for it. Let’s slice out at the top all those profits. Can you give me some of that honey please— employee. You got your standard dome, makin’ money. You, what I can do to call you on it. I get on it great balls of fire, my own imitation of this land’s for you, “This Land Is Your Land”, and I’m talkin’ to the people you understand availability wrote.
Make you think the machine actually makes you an associate. Don’t read anything where you can set them straight. Poemless to get you money. Marriage attorney, I’m down the road a bit, the ultimate customer you’ll have to face no matter what, and we are really cozy in here under the counter, the public and the corporate string rackets. They’re doin’ just some stupid money launderin’. Even the public can tie better shoes. Corporate all the crap you lay on us, get some money that’s what happens today’s date. Tomorrow you will meet the world and don’t just take from it. “The Advice Capitalism”, one link leads to another.
I’ve got your pants down, but I’m not gonna spit on yah. We need better from you. Don’t say that you don’t understand and know that fully. Walmart you piece of cake in the cash register. I want a better job from you. To me, I can return a couple of those. That Sherry Dennis, you got a gripe about her, rude, mean, and on her pantyhose. I think we’ve got a stereotype. It’s that checkout lady on the counter. She’s found her roost and is a hen in a pecking order she rubs your nose in. What do you do about her? Corporate can’t understand it. It doesn’t make you wanna work there. They’re baskin’ in power, years at the register, and you’re dealing with social hierarchy in a hen peck, and that hen don’t have ears or a social conscience. So you don’t get away with nothin’ in your goodwill towards her. Why would that offend you if goodwill’s all you got? You see the test lamb. You have to always be on your toes to balance sacrifice with the right thing to do and let bygones be bygones and start each day anew. Whew, that was hard.
Listenin’ to freeways, I’m takin’ holes by the horns and sayin’ come on some, I want to fill you with awareness. I can’t believe it. We're just markin’ time here killin’ things. Look inside yourself and see you carry the world. I cried at a poster rat. Said he was 17 and missin’. He looked so on himself and purdy, so sweet and mean, so teenager in his prime. Did somebody get their hands around that throat and take the world from him? You dirty rat. The poster never lets you know. That’s all folks. I’d like to talk to you guys. And when you lay it out, in whispers, find our bottoms will yah? There, we’ve reached the sky safe and sound. You know who makes it out alive? The target.
I’d like to build a church. I’d like to build a bridge. Make for soldiers who just can’t take it anymore. Get it done in springtime. Get it done right now, wonderful fields of dream. You’re authorized don’t be a dick, carry everybody to the woodshed, and you don’t bang them there. You are nice, soft, and warm. You muse be. You are a string holding existence together. You are more jolly than that. You are yourself beyond time. Don’t bite into the dirt. You need to look good to the end of the line.
That’s the story. That’s our wellbeing on earth, ever a handmaid to little tigers, and we give all those animals love. Talk to me about it. I know the price of the gun. It’s ever on my mind the harm I’ve done. That’s a nice cat. Thank you, I bought it myself. The Earth has it in its storybook. It’s held meaning Earth. I’m championing children you know. What would we do if we were good and kind to them, soft and warm? Revolutionize society and be big sisters to everyone. Well, what are you waitin’ for?
God dog you could be nice Donald Trump. Everybody, Trump's bad, not a kind character. I just sign up for what I see. The paint of the Mother race God. I ask Luna. Of course, a story to be me all the way to couch potato. That’s the kind dog, lovin’ everybody. Beautiful she wrote.
Yeah I know: am I too excited? (the sound of my phone telling me a message has arrived) A poem I wrote, I’m dealin’ a lot of shit. I’m dealing with a lot of good looking manners. There’s a large turnover. Whoever read this book, good afternoon.
The doorway it’s small, that doorway to land on Earth. Gonna get the team leader God watching, and we will bank a new Earth. Right dog? Nothing from Islamic State. All over their hardware, oh me, my outlawed poem-video “Rainbow as a Radical with Islamic State”. It got me in the hospital every week making it, stomach attack city. Now die Venezuela. Invite you to dinner and eat you, America is that you? Fine, put ‘em in the basket. Next Greenland. Go and help them get out of danger you fine Nazi hunters. Freshness company, can we stand up and be counted? Are you excited to get Trump out? Walmart goes through the store in trepidation glee on the shores of eternity.
Sharin’ and US History, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. When were gone astray, oh tidings of comfort and joy. [sing this and above line, the Christmas carol] You could only go so far. An evil lits the bar. [sing this and above line] Watch on the pitch. A crooked umpire is prepared on you, support dragons. Tackle every notion of self-righteousness. You must do this watchin’ yourself. In this imperium no hands unnoticed. You sing her the Gemini has given her an eye. And we hear from the divine about me. After canned goods I got you pretty good. What is it if you can’t see? You would not be uncomfortable with unkindness.
Springtime is a soul’s regard. You just like a historic book? I’m writin’ history on the parallel lines, what we gotta give up for good to conquer, the whole landmass of selfish, of hey everybody I’m mean, of I’m satisfied with my lower type, of let’s put Earth first in a bottle and hide it from time. Can you grasp a greater day?
Unhand that king. He’s not about to rule the world. He can’t rule himself straight. Let the lunch he’s ordered eat him alive, all that rope he hung himself with, if he insists on bein’ mean. You hear me Trump? Havin’ a good time support dictator. View history’s log. We thought we were free— German patriotic people in Hitler’s time. Do you know what’s goin’ on? You are fooled by your own vulgarity in how you treat people and axe them inside. Trump does just what you do on a grand scale. So did Hitler. You just got more constraints. Make Jews and a police to punish them with, that’s immigrants with a darker skin and ICE.
Do I need to put the list on board? You’re not gonna see it anyway. Undocument yourself from meanness, pettiness vice. Can you know the meaning of love? I think we all pay that price. Don’t you feel it? And the list goes on, all that I see in springtime. All comes out in springtime the soul carries forth. It’s not a rotten tomata. I’m sittin’ there now. Great Scott! I’m embarrassing to say I love you, you purdy balance of soul.
Will you come along with me? We have a nation to save. Aren’t you gonna help? We need your input right now in your candy maker, givin’ love to everybody where your thoughts ride Earth. Impossible it seems if at first they’ve hurt you, but that’s the standard of the universe, love. You just haven’t found it yet the crabapple is so strong. Am I right city? Of course you love. I’m goin’ that way right off the roof. In every answer could you see that it’s a blast off into the sky every direction love.
You do an application first of the love down home in your garden, what you feel for your kids, cats and puppy dogs. You’d stop laughin’ then at the way I hold my mouth sayin’ all you need is love, love everybody right now, some 60s sentiment. When you hold your children you hold the world, and can you come on earth and see that? Can you hold down Earth and see that?
The subtle ends of the world put us all together like we are one person, and we certainly are. He don’t brush his teeth. He sure does, inside your every move. What are you lookin’ at, the mess we’ve made? I’ll definitely stay here, all our mornings in springtime, to see the soul in action and hear it write a poem, and all that one soul we are, divided up into springtimes, and there I’ve spoken mine.
That’s walkway center. The appetite is love. Get a load of a great day. I’ll just have to break it down into a different register than yours that keeps the same coins. Oh field toss, what have you, I have a way with the strings to cast you my day, things I’ve touched you to understand poetry. It’s hands down a better world. Sure can baby, we can love one another. That will touch the sky. Just open it up. Be alarm— all you have to do is want it. While you’re doing that, marry it with Heaven. Then he knows where God on earth that angel sings.
If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
Look at the homeless with binoculars. Our individual freedom doesn’t extend that far in the thousand mile kingdom. No homeless please. We’re all fruitcakes. Be crazy live a crazy day, tantalizing. We are moored in individual freedom everywhere our commercials reach. They key of the individual has been locked in some drawer. Look at it. Conformity in obedience is every sign.
Conformance and mobility, is that a high-rise condominium? We live in nation great. Has anybody seen it? It’s a melting house of the wrong ideas. It’s a house of conformity livin’ in big beds. Try to bring four dogs to town, and you’re out the door. Can the people that make such decisions respect you?
What are we doing here? Everything makes money or is about the same. We don’t live in a society of free people. We think politics rules the day. It’s each other we rule with our dumb attitudes of you’re not my type or you don’t do that right.
Let’s all be mean to everybody when we have the power to do so. Who wears a social mask when you’re a hero championing all the distain? I can be mean to you because social hierarchy is everything in the land of the free.
What’s up? Have we sold our souls for product? Look at the shelves. The comfortable eating world of me, my God it’s big. The availability of product has destroyed the world, but I put America first in my prayers, and I get fat doin’ it.
Now it’s the Gulf of Mexico bein’ drained out in America’s name. We are proud people, and we stick our nose up at a fall. We don’t know there’s a fall. Just ask an immigrant, illegal if they’re non-white, legal or not. They know a reckoning. How are they not human beings? They know the price of a fall.
Can we discuss national boundaries? How are we managin’ this, without constraint? The people that sleep in the same trees as me my country ’tis of thee? Open borders haunt us all, but are borders and hatred the same thing? I’m ICE lookin’ down its long list to expel people: let’s get rid of vermin will yah? Is that the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Salute the flag again. Everybody’s doin’ it, and here comes Trump, an underdeveloped character from our minions, who does not have love for his neighbor, has taken the golden rule and shove it up your ass, hates even his constituents if they’re not about his name.
Where is God? He is not in Trump’s eyes. He won’t fit there. The justice of God is concerned with the Earth, sacrifices for the love of mankind, loves the just and the unjust, let’s his rains benefit everybody, is an ambulance carrying people to righteousness.
America puts God first? Let’s send everybody to hell who hasn’t got the formula right worship Jesus or die. Now that’s love for all eternity, no forgiveness ever, and you are suffering the worst hell imaginable. Found your nation on this religion, make this your idea of God, his final character, and you don’t have a nation love your brother let me tell yah.
Now give Trump the power of God, that carte blanche you’ve given him, and make him mean you. Trump is not there in the love of your life. He’s a dangerous will armed with time. Where do you see Christ? Where do you see the love of man? What is his dollar statement? Every head and every hands making that the chief concern. Right on the beach put this hood on yah: you’re makin’ money off of sunbathers; you’re makin’ money off of fences; call this the American way.
The mess we’re all in, have you found it yet? Would you look for it if you could? Are you just blind to the peripherals? Would you love your brother if you could, whoever that is? That’s not giving them a dollar to eat. You’re giving every man, woman, and child on the Earth we inhabit, in our togetherness, the helpful goodwill we need to see each other correctly.
And America, the most powerful nation on earth, can you lead us all to goodwill and be an example of sacrifice? Never mind defending your borders; you have that genuine need, but can we get grace to policy your movements?
There, my God I poet. Do you hear me? And found peace a few times before the profound peace. I’m lookin’ for it now. I have an appointment with destiny. It’s just my own personal flavor on things, a poet in the halls of America let’s be good shall we? I didn’t cut my teeth on it, and boy have I been a sinner, but goodness is my way to meet the world because I’ve learned the price of love.
Can I give you that honor? Let’s swim on the beach and never harm anyone, even in the throes of thought. Let’s pick up ourselves and cherish one another. I’m rootin’ for you in this sundown meditation. Do you hear the beach?
Eating orchids, there we are, and sittin’ on moonbeams, I am a conservative population. Ride ‘em out this-a-way: practice silence; practice not letting them get the best of you; practice understanding, and of course you’re conservative. The world is strong, ain’t it? Rise up and be counted when your vote’s to be counted, and do a lot of that. Don’t argue with trees. Don’t just use your own bull. See the larger picture in everybody.
Now you want social change? Well let’s just take a baseball bat and conservative them to death. Okay how not to change the world. Shove it up their ass. Wave your flag all over the place. Slap them for it. Tease them and tease them and tease them. Be stupid. Don’t have patience with anybody. Call yourself a woke person and them not. Take their children and educate them your opinion. Announce it on the news everybody must adopt policy.
Are you runnin’ for reelection? Don’t put people down. Let your human rights win by so much suffering seen tellin’ the stories that change the times. You like to whip kids? Double down on that explainin’ what it means to be whipped by the confusion that child felt whipped too his father was beating him, his mother too. Don’t show them Nazis show them children in their underwear.
And what was the issue that broke a nation? It wasn’t readin’ story time to kids in drag row, but let’s offend a nation so we can be seen. What was the hot tiger? We do away with gender roles now, understanding the underpinnings of society just crisscross and change down people’s throats. We are divided in sexes you and me, and that’s the pumpkin we wear. Less value on them pumpkins. We need to change society so we can be men and women too.
Who understands me? Get rid of that pumpkin. We stand at the threshold of evolution I am a man I am a woman in one machine, and my God that takes a long time. I mean we can loosen up now the sex roles. You know the story about it? I mean even Nazis will identify with it. Can you get at that spirit in the machine? It’s town hall. Now let’s double down on them sex roles educatin’ a public kindly.
What’s next on our flag? We need to kill people when they offend us. I been waitin’ a long time, and I got ‘im yesterday, the son of a bitch. I think we all do it, wearin’ some fantasy get even. Look at Trump. Oh shit I broke my own rules.
I’m not in the play yard. I’m where we hold meaning for each other. It’s a national pastime bein’ offended, Annie get your gun. We break together on this, break apart in two. It’s the standard wear. It’s the plays of the crowd.
Where is our anthem now? Oh say can you see [sing line] a people better on Earth than the average kind, the real givers of society, whose dynamics brighten Earth’s future? I’m not callin’ names. I’m asking you to be bigger people on the Earth, and yeah I’ll join hands too. You got that right. Now sing along: my country tis of thee [sing line] I’m a better person. I get bigger at bein’ human, truly free, sincerely free.
The discipline is there in the conservative run of the road. It’s not easy to reach them, but they’re great adapters when they’re on strike, when they’ve had enough of whatever regime they listen to. Let me tell yah somethin’. It’s on and at the gates history repeats itself, and a dictator, he’s gonna show who he is. It didn’t happen. We felt sorry for him. Five times I put air in my eyes. She’s so dirty, I mean in armpits.
What in the hell did I do with my knife? He will get called on his bluff. Don’t worry about it. Did that boy call? This is not normal. This is like on steroids flutter a nation away. Who just heard that? The whole Democratic party. When conservatives do we’re in business, tap, tap, tap, tap, and the role of his dictator will be taken away. I don’t think so. How did you get in my poem Gone With the Wind? Conservative, wow like I put you down for science when the roles are clear.
Meet me halfway will yah? You’re like makin' boxes I know that one. We need to give this guy some seabiscuits. Anyway I’m in an armchair just rollin’ out the dice. I can’t promise you my opinion. Take my hand and just spit on yours. It’s the most country in the world that changes the world with policy. Spit it on the hand of the world. You did it. He turned the world astray for a second, fighting the questionnaire. Who me? A conservative finally woke up.
They followed the lantern, the orchid. I didn’t tell yah the story. Let’s look at rich people shall we? And we caught them unawares. I mean they been the tax in the machine. There’s so many issues it’s a report. They’re just doin’ us shoppin’. They’re the head scapegoat, a rat. Oh shit, put likes all green, as if they climbed out of that hole and did it. Did you help society my dear? I mean be on steroids shootin’ money makin’ to the stars. Get out from under them, that’s our movie.
Change politicians at reelection. Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin? You mean no candidates can be rich people? I don’t know how you grab it by society, but just get the rich out of office and any clothes they wear, and campaign funds are not accepted from anybody on a campaign to keep the rich out of them pies. Learning off the wall, campaign funds have destroyed our democracy you and me. Up and up towards the explosion, we give each candidate a certain amount and that’s it.
And that’s it. We’re just talkin. I’m just localizin’ Nithish in my poem, everything he asked for so society don’t cheat ‘im of a childhood he deserves. I signal the end of makin’ it for business. Make society good for our children see, and can we have a brand new world? You have something the willpower heal. We need more of that. Well it’s the first time. We’ve been runnin’ this a long time. Social change, let’s get it busy. Dammit a sinking fuel mankind, conduct taxi no I didn’t talk to ‘im at all. Shooting the pile of the pee, well I just come along try to help yourself stop this drillin’ machine.
Come on, the last magnet. It’s easy. It’s not easy. We’re damned to see. Mowin’ the sand, and it’s got to be dirty. We’re human. We followed the water magnet. Molten lava. And of course candidate. Go back and forth and meditate, I couldn’t think of anything else. That’s the wrong station. You’re not on top of Old Smokey. At the gates makin’ better children makin’ better society. Damn, let’s take society by the horns will yah? That’s the shotgun. You got your air paws. You don’t forget that. Luxurious huh? There we are an internet used for social change. Boxes they’re not always squeeze you tight. Cash in delivery. Now social change. Now do what I do. Jump and sort of fly into midair. [sing this and above line] Fear is the meanest mind killer. Open a can of whip ass. Hey, there you go. It’s the wrong time to be mean and insulting and rude. We’re at the movie, and the roles are clear.
Harm's End 