poet,
enraged by truth,
is the rebellion of life
against science, art and economy.

a lad insane
mutiny in persona,
I am preparing the greatest show on earth.

funnily enough
the thoughts, cultivated by mice,
that ploughed the mind of mankind

criticism, like a block of cement, in hindsight, a new frontier.

my wont wants to rebel,
erecting a smile, wrecked in a mild retina, implacable visions
I am going to confront a fallow madness
dormant with death incarnate,

parasites curly curling, in music, cinema and veins.

What is the cost of pride in upright history?
Since, we have time by definition, the current currency
can not handle such transactions, sir, we are very sorry,

they own all the moppets manning the idiots, by the balls,
future is the property of perverts and queers,
"idolatry is tremendously fashionable this year,"
good dear.
Last hundred years,
cinema and music has been ill,
for the favour of the common denominator, an imbecile,
ground into the floor
by "the dark satanic mills",

Aphrodisiac poison
will suffocate and kill you,
they have perfected the guise of this,
it mixes well with your dreams.

the germ men in merry cunts
nazi bastards,
they talk only in advertisement,
with high pitched nasally accent,
their country, deathbed to liberty,
is the world's reflection in funny mirrors,
Boxed in this idiot's head,
television is a wide open anus,
funneling all the human waste into the collective mind,
a system for image and sound, that is reproduced on screens,
broadcasting propaganda, hokus pokus, chiefly in entertainment, information and education.
This great education,
I wouldn't call brainwashing,
where is the brain in this?
it's pure laundering for the sheets of green frog skin.

their spirit burns money
I burn their spirit like money.

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