In God we Trust Don’t make me sick I will not fall For that cunning trick I have an advantage My mind is free To search To explore This sham fallacy JC is a fake There to control
Oh God … please …. NO! NO! NO! NO! The last damn thing that I need right now is that fucking manic depressive poet writing yet another painfully boring trip down MISERY LANE
Have you ever woke with the illusion? That today you’ll fuse with fusion Thus everything is sweet But …. By the time The sun goes down Into your cage You will retreat
Day in Day out He sits on his bench No one goes near him Because of the stench Piss Shit White Lightening Despair I watch from my window It’s really not fair So … I put on my coat