
Ecstasy of Gold




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 The world’s best poetics Apathetic Poetics: goddamn them

I think tonight I’ll stay at home
And draw a bath
A cozy place to sit and contemplate the wrath
The pitter-patter of the faucet drips
And I count by math
I lick the salt off my finger tips
‘Til it drives me mad
The digits stick to my tongue
And I begin to add
One plus two plus three
Really too bad, too bad
Naturally, I must find what I need
In the streets to understand
I pick the flesh of his eyeballs from my teeth
‘Til it drives me insane
I lick the salt off my tips, I, Zombie.
The wind shrieks by with a fervour reminiscent
Of a supposed madman coming to terms with society
Striations of clouds running faster than outlaws
After a crime spree
The rain stops temporarily
The drops run off me onto the damp dirty pavement
The clouds part momentarily
And they reveal Orion
The hunter overhead
Perpetually locked in mid-shot
Forever fletched
The hunt will never cull him peace