Shooter in the park
Was nothing dark
The Jihadi in the brain
Was a New Age panned strain.
The stars were tight and located
The mirror was on the wall:
Beauty was premeditated,
The ‘Ians made it last
When they took John Lennon for a blast.
Where once the likeness of Srila stood
There was a goodie good good good,
For the Jub Jub bird and a nation who couldn’t do enough
To not quote what mattered
Mattresses and Balaclavas.
The order was given and a century flew by
And like that the youth of foreigners
Grew up with identities: How is ‘I’?
Boom, Bye Bye, Baby and don’t forget the Batty
If Matthew Mark or Lucifer come close
We’re Rudra forever and some Balfour Betty.
That was a way of alienating someone
Not teaching them work like a son of a gun,
Holding on when language said language was linguistics to the Professor crew,
What did Noam Chomsky review when the Russians paid for grades?
Fade, cut to black, India will soon see some subjects
Indra needs a Holon and some Me time (the second Me)
Find me and don’t chase me down, for the brown and some pizza expression
Of why the jettison of Colonialism from you
Is.
Card me a Clinton and call him black
For the sex on your TV and some New Jacking of Adam.
Is this Sodom when the medium is No Child and the Left is bereft of authority?
Choose me & it’s democracy for TV the wankers understand –
the 70’s retirement plan
Dallas Land
JFK Airport & a Bible small enough to fit in the other hand.
Assassinate the idea of an infidel without fear
Steer clear of originality around the key astrology for tears
For time is not a friend that any God has thus controlled so well
That life can be held onto for hope to drain like a sap from something loved unkindly,
Like the nuance of an innovation of a Theme of Thomas Tallls
Who talked to Thomas A Becket about better options as well.
In the age of Aquarians there will be so many more times
When mothers look for oneness and Yoko Ono fines,
To separate the mixture of what got lost along the way
When White Man knew the Billionaire and TV adverts with Jesus’s name.
Settle me this and settle me black: There is one President coming with Hollywood on his back:
He knows the literate and the scene of Devi well {swelling}
And unthanked he is karma for the New Jack City to live with the devil.
Let me out, let me out, the clout is clanging in the ears of seditious fears
& those who abandoned schools for fools about The Simpsons and simple referent gears.
For without gearing there is no leverage and every clue is less than before
When seconds run with Alpha and Omega to the green paint on Shakin Stevens door.
Pot Black they said: fearless of 2012 and 2020 too –
Now look at the British Army and what it is about to do.
Minutes from a third warning, the Defcon is so loud from the Shires
Of no-Esquires without common hearts, that 9/11 still blew apart.
Nobody asked them to earn so many millions that other countries needed ne banks
But goodnight and good luck Hollywood men and ladies
And thanks for the Soma wankers and those wanks.
*Wink*
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