Symphony #9

The "King" is dead. A ladybug rests in "G"'s top-left crook and an
ant crawls across the stone surface; an insect too strange for
comprehension, armed with orange and black spikes, climbs toward the
craggy peak, the home of a forest of moss. And it's hard to say if the
clover growing out of the concrete base has 3 or 4
leaves.

It's a crime to rhyme, to tie the tidings in
a package and send it out to Tokyo for 24.95, VISA or MASTERCARD
accepted, * we do not deliver to prisons, although the whole world is a
prison, a coffin being one of the best. No more agitation, suffering,
hate, fever or ecstacy. To quote Jack Skellington, "What does it
mean?"

Miller, Garret of 1993 says, "I am 'absolute
elsewhere' with my lord." He's adorned with grapes and doves and makes
an admirably shiny contemplation piece. Though valiant, he's an
Ozymandias, as am I. Over here, they built the city of "Babyland,"
ruled by the Hallmark Angel and inhabited by little lambs, baby shoes
and "our little angel Bethany Elaine Vincent, Oct. 1984." Fortunate are
these, to leave the world unseen.

My dad says
there's no meaning; you just find work. He's growing older, in a
distinguished fashion. I never saw such a salt and pepper mane. It
wasn't that long ago that we put my grandpa in a grave, that nordic
sailor of my dreams, and the next morning I enjoyed delicious
grape-fruit juice, his favorite.

So why do I get up
in the morning? Why don't I find the nearest metro to Valhalla? Fuck
these words; they're useless. Why does this society let me live? I've
let it know that I conscientously object to its existence. I object to
my own existence; I want to hold a Kurt Cobain protest against this
piece of shit God, or his absence, whoever records it. And I don't want
a grave; just dedicate a bench. Use your VISA to pay some punk to
inscribe this in a plaque: "He was just some thug that caught some slug
and we liked him because in him, we saw some of us. Nigger walked like
us, talked like us, back against the wall, man fought like
us."-Jay-Z. And if royalties are hot, you can put it in a Japanese
garden.