The Lavish

The Lavish

We sit amongst the enemy/ encircled/ taken from the humble beginnings by the fireside where our story died/ deathstroke choke em the fuck out- then let em breathe again/ appreciate the poison air my friend/ the starving earth and the flickering light the once beamed bright from oceans to observation towers/ we stand on/ kill smooth, stand strong/ they have it all in in front of their twisted, greedy liplock never talk faces/ words written over two hundred years ago as oath- and applicable erasers/ condemn the alternative as new-agey, street-people as mangey/ off-kilter talk to the walls and encourage the myth/ these streets are paved with gold/ soaked in piss and blood/ peel back the oxygen in the air as we rip a scud/ this is a molten clay fit for shaping, this is mud/ we are children of broken microphones that shorted out during our mission statement/ the examination, the taken

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

She considered working the corner, selling crotch, but is we caught in the fuck-steeze/ albatross above trees/ slum skeeze/ re-calibrate the coordinates, I fear my heroes will return before the killing has ceased/ the state will never leave/ they wanted more, they wanted war, they wanted police/ protect our prosperity/ a nasty camera-filled news feed/ lay asleep/ and choke to death on a pillow filled with the feathers of peace/ and it’s a long night, a hard day, dried come on the sheets/ the leftovers capricious- pluck from our teeth/ teetering on the edge of an inbound subway platform/ eventual collision/ they never wanted as much as they want this very instant/ the is unrelenting subjectivity

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

The hamhocks are dripping disease into the villages as the carcasses are chopped for sandwiches/ snout all around doubt/ but wear your mask as we all have diseases/ and the bloodletting doesn’t always work for the lost leaches/ of Babylons preachers/ babygirl, I got a whole sausage of influenza for you to swallow

Search for the Animalgods.

Animalgods conceived in humanless concubines with beasts. He is a near replication of that which he eats. It is not feeding if we search- seek it out, wonder about tomorrow on a near-daily basis. The Animalgods are without base as they have taken from the helpless, weak, and pitiful. At one time, we were the wretched- watching. Observers of the carnage. We could not put words to scene; and it was lost. We lost our basic meal instinct in the cacophony of flesh tearing. You tried to make-pretend that sexual aggression was merely pretense. We had to base ourselves to flesh before we could meet, engage, fuck. Animalgod howl and the leftover. We spoke of scripture as if it were not literature but rather fact. Our thought train became prodigal and a product. We were taught to be human, taken to modernity.
Consume! We lashed out on those that demonstrate the raw intensity of the Animalgods. We were so aware and cultured and righteous as to label an old man with a simple dog-vision barbarous. Eurocentric in our view of the Barbary Coast. We were not animals. We’ve see humanlike gods and fell before our masters.
But I’ve seen you feign love, stalk prey, and wince in fear. I’ve heard whispers of instinct, abuse, and revenge. I’ve tasted the metallic cud of primal rage, and shrugged it off as reactionary. We have all swallowed the salt of tears ladled from memories that never happened- a calling to our shared past. Animalgods conceived, and left to die on the mountainside.