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17 poems for Corporate
Amerika
a little patriotic poetry
i did not write these poems about bushy boy, for george w. bush is unworthy,
but rather his ilk.
on a purely spiritual plane, we need to go ilk hunting.
steven b. smith - januwary
1, 2005
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Truth
Truce |
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On Your
Knees Please |
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Warship
Worship |
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Past
Lies and Poverty
Old wonders shrink, grow tame in time The new fear hangs on In quiet desperation, quit of desire Like the shadow of a crowded Culture in which each Declare their innocence In straight unfocused silence It is there The smell of unwashed Dishes smug in the stench of our Unclean shame Like a salesman's underbreath Fishy, stale The deep teal, the tiled resonance Of hungers on top of hungers top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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The Corporate Mean The promised land of milk and honey Hides the men of scars and shame Who came they say to slay their dragon Yet slayed to stay the same Sleep creeps like Jason's wool Down shelf enchanted eyes Devolved from Mammon's muse These self selected wise Inside their phantom rooms In fairy tale castles Devoid of viable dooms As integrated assholes They sway Illusion's lies top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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USA
Today
Meat bags bound by fog and fury Fear silence Little horrors of swarming selves God's flesh But fallen water across the log In service so sweaty warmth Begotten in flesh and feast Double cause Crowing cock cracking dawn Let doubt die Mangled thread, legal mixture Here be dragons Slave state seared by vision Decrees of silence the white house - the george w bush league years top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Wall
Street
Pushing through the night Eastward to the moon Not yet risen, False dusk of reason dons Its mantis mating respectability Sans honor, self or soul. Money talks of dawn, damns The discarded husk of culture And enlightens genes for green, Without the warranty. top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Alone
This Train
I look to pain to gain Sleep devoid of sheep And master's muster walk Or talk of tinkers' conforming will Alone this train I see you born To breed To die Infected meat To teach to cheat Your fly from famine Shallow matter Decayed in safety's slumber You briefcased fellows Bellow farts to follow Hollow smells Of high topped fashion Passion fish not flesh But flounder Hurried waters sleek in sinning Shower lies and cry forgetting Licking compulsion's flesh This land is long, and lost in shadow Her sweets succinctly sour top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Myth
Amerika
O Red White and Blue-eyed Lady, I am But a fey ray in the King Kong of your Clutch, a dank doodle dandy, Jekyll haired Hyde. For to spite your apple laid Annies, Your tacky plastic seams of care slighted Belly begetting sewer, catfish caul, You fed my me my folly, bled my need Of calling. Beshat, of fox on Farley. top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Fungu
Stew
Old piano roll's wrong . . . Slime can't slide. Hot crotch coffee time's Limited clearance For the effluent affluent, The halfway whores, The herd nerd cud kultchur And the old ass versus mass. Psycho servitudes feed the fever, Fodder optional. Prime apes ape pre ape. Mom's ashes my dust. People getting fat, Soft, Old. Luxury cushioned Nurture negating nature. Easy pickings, Easy meat, Easy feeding easy street. Women leak, Men bleed. My country 'tis of greed, Cleveland cop corruptus. Onion nation bent On killing shame. Sodom insane. top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Love, Lust & Atlantis Big
cups of American coffee cheat rent. |
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National
Debt
Huddled beneath behind Green metal stalls The tile encrusted Yellow, he sews an Empty money bag To his crotch, watches His reflection mirrored In regimented urinals five six seven Decaying down the wall Cradling his existence Fraying five to seven In staid erotic fear Small spider woven Through uninforming ears Tired of heaven he sews His money to his crotch He huddles top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Our
Public Servants
or The needle men the wee within hides hollow shadows small Such slime and sin and grime they grin Much mock the moral mall In greed they grip the public tit Lick all the wrong behinds The useless twits with inbred wits use farts to fuel their minds Call down rehearsed their red tape curse in girth of unknown tome Whine why alone Mime no known tones But worse they ALL tell lies top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Original
Cinema
Small signs of logic pool to larger sockets, Sprocket rules of flow Autumn snap cracks cross Yes no boundary, now then grime And the even Steven myth Add in : Coffee rotation Bee pollen white crystal Hotel Babylon One million years TV Suburban life half sounds Fungus eyes Hotdogs with blood and pus Artists of perpetual perception Fat bottom womyn in glass bottom boats Nature and man gone wrong And this war of little mist And reefer sticks Stones The two soul sham Of wham baam action ma'am (long way virgin slim to glass ceiling fan) This bad boy business nuzzles Nose near own navel lint Bug belly blood in amber Waves of shame Dinosaur dreg dynamo hum Blood rough ready rumble Reflecting clone, Trade in tiny tins Liberty's filthy whore Profit Loss enough for now top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Promise
Land
Greyhound bound To Tupperware City Light like liquid Zen Wars time, tatters tight As tight asses tie Meat neat man to kine, kino Contempt of course Playing Plato's barn Blue bloods Stabilize fish at 7 Mime the ma'am Bamboo cathedrals In wondrous disarray Just outside real Where the fat Flee frantic Fleece feed the poor Competing EXIT signs Dance specific disease Rude crude Plus tax Bouncing Betty's Slouching Bethlehem belly Slips on guilt & splinters. top bottom escape agent of chaos |
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Stormy
Weather
Whether for wonder bred or welfare bread Flesh is ego manifest in the palm of paradigm |
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Doing
Time
A leaf alive Another life A lie let lie too long Moon meat and Moses Sucker song along New lie highway Old road alone Need new lies Old lie don't do New supposes For falling through New excuses And pretty parts To hide abusive Hollow hearts Toys for boys Swirls for girls Swine to enjoy Hurled pearls For Babylon baby Ain't another time There ain't no maybe It's this life's the crime And I'm doing time top bottom escape agent of chaos |