Apathetic Poetics

I knew I would regret it

If I grew up to be Apathetically Poetic

The cynics, behind the scenes

The black Klansman high-fives the Jew-Nazi

While the gay-bashing homo tells all of his friends,

About all his threesomes with lesbians

The good politician tells us the truth

The clown gives you a low-fat sandwich and

A friendly pat on the tush

The Pope does something about the boys being poked

Israel tells Syria it was all just a joke

Here comes the loud-silent complacent commotion

Here comes the oilman to save the ocean

Let’s move to a democratic Iraq,

Iran, I laughed!

The young girl had a hot flash

Water froze in the Antarctic

Wall Street gave back

Let Obama be black

Will there ever be a white president?

Will they ever set precedence,

Or allow factual evidence?

It’s full serve in Oregon,

You’ve been served on Earth

Drink the Kool-Aid

It’s the cure for Aids

Hold me closer great big dancer

Kevorkian found the cure for cancer

And the disease from which we can’t be saved

Let’s set a precedence of affirmative action and

Steal Neil’s heart of gold right out her chest

Straight between real fake breasts

Go to war for freedom,

Buy smart, it’s cheaper at Wal-Mart

My favourite agency

Where we can throw down our values and

Keep a space for complacency

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Apathetic Poetics: goddamn them