Pure And Simple.
Oh yes let me bleed
pure potency a gifted stiletto,
not worn, but carried edge
asharp steel of glint in
gentle eye.
Stared dagger double,
our knife of life,
hovers, crafts,
cuts new swathes in gorgeous jungles
in tiny fresh of petal flesh
as leech kisses, possess
poisons, sucks toads in
hairy sacred towers,
Vista opens, feet, forward as
meme wars mount the parapets
equine, feline, canine, bovine,
Troops rally at the ready.
Flat iron cauldrons burn witch
recipes so rich as
Lizard King an airy bubble breath
a darkness simple, bitch,
pitch.
Oh yes,
life gifts torn like bloodied sheets
which way?
The Holy Haters macerated
scarred from Men In Cloth.
The Poisoned Chalice
The Font of Death
Confession crucial un fucking,
challenged.
oh yes,
witch weigh?
pretty perfect pictures of a dark holed black widow spider
steaming ices dried in cold hard passion less ponds of shallow
frigid swamps of haters a desert in stolen generations
pastures spell, rest re store, curse you Amazon
Boxes home delivered, may you Rot In Glorious
Consumptions.
Tricky debt drowns the Next Up Two The Neck
a keen edged self, The Money Shot
a mean full meme, anointed slicing sword,
a shallow draught, a blessed spelling, curses
a loving edge of coming present danger.
Capital! What a Capitalism eye deer?
Spend a penny, in for a pounding, in your dollar hole
punch?
Remember me as molten metal, moan he, money,
our mercurial energy of wanton
alchemy.
A Love so simple, Scrooge McDuck
Too hot to handle, Oh WTF!
with consistent care and flowing riches, money makes The World Go
a round of hitting balls wif sticks? A whole in won? A sliced bird he?
Too sharply faceted old diamonds, many faces of club land maces?
The First Curse is the deepest, I lead The Gooey Money Shot. fresh facials, beauty
mono brows beaten and stencilled and type cast as ageing ships go off
to sink, barren hulls and torpedoed shafts full of dead sea men, or tad poles of c reamy face elixir
Bye, following ewe write out The Doors.
Sheeple To The Peeple as wee comes full circle
and drops the pursed lips, the puckered tucked and monied brow
into the piggy
bank as full deposits take extract and rake The Prophets of Doom
as slaves two debt, as minions run and do and do run The Do Do
to serve an other, serve The man, wor King the wor Ship of Shite?
Or just worse?
Worse as re treat needed?
To es cape the super powered cape of fear?
Enough Enough cried Billy Goats Gruff
Sitting like Uni verse Eggs un der the bridge
Patiently waiting for tad poles to swim
come up stream and latch on inn?
Money like honey is ever so sticky
The curse of Bee
more
as Business Trans Acted
Go Forth, spread seen and multiply The Wealth of Creation
in tent, camp King, intention, camping?
at the Doors of The Kingdom
Of Target and wal mart of con sumed
con sumated
as con sumers get fucked
ova, Their Eggs fertilised by those same dead to the world sunken
sea men, an anemone, an enema of the Wall et, pursing purging the
moan He from The Mist Shallow Pock ets
So worthy wonders of smaller toke Ons of
energy ex change?
Fare Trade? Fair Trade? Ripped up or just off?
Lead with service to be of value, not success in hip pock marks?
Lead with like 110 street west, pay what you got, know Tap And Run....?
pure potency a gifted stiletto,
not worn, but carried edge
asharp steel of glint in
gentle eye.
Stared dagger double,
our knife of life,
hovers, crafts,
cuts new swathes in gorgeous jungles
in tiny fresh of petal flesh
as leech kisses, possess
poisons, sucks toads in
hairy sacred towers,
Vista opens, feet, forward as
meme wars mount the parapets
equine, feline, canine, bovine,
Troops rally at the ready.
Flat iron cauldrons burn witch
recipes so rich as
Lizard King an airy bubble breath
a darkness simple, bitch,
pitch.
Oh yes,
life gifts torn like bloodied sheets
which way?
The Holy Haters macerated
scarred from Men In Cloth.
The Poisoned Chalice
The Font of Death
Confession crucial un fucking,
challenged.
oh yes,
witch weigh?
pretty perfect pictures of a dark holed black widow spider
steaming ices dried in cold hard passion less ponds of shallow
frigid swamps of haters a desert in stolen generations
pastures spell, rest re store, curse you Amazon
Boxes home delivered, may you Rot In Glorious
Consumptions.
Tricky debt drowns the Next Up Two The Neck
a keen edged self, The Money Shot
a mean full meme, anointed slicing sword,
a shallow draught, a blessed spelling, curses
a loving edge of coming present danger.
Capital! What a Capitalism eye deer?
Spend a penny, in for a pounding, in your dollar hole
punch?
Remember me as molten metal, moan he, money,
our mercurial energy of wanton
alchemy.
A Love so simple, Scrooge McDuck
Too hot to handle, Oh WTF!
with consistent care and flowing riches, money makes The World Go
a round of hitting balls wif sticks? A whole in won? A sliced bird he?
Too sharply faceted old diamonds, many faces of club land maces?
The First Curse is the deepest, I lead The Gooey Money Shot. fresh facials, beauty
mono brows beaten and stencilled and type cast as ageing ships go off
to sink, barren hulls and torpedoed shafts full of dead sea men, or tad poles of c reamy face elixir
Bye, following ewe write out The Doors.
Sheeple To The Peeple as wee comes full circle
and drops the pursed lips, the puckered tucked and monied brow
into the piggy
bank as full deposits take extract and rake The Prophets of Doom
as slaves two debt, as minions run and do and do run The Do Do
to serve an other, serve The man, wor King the wor Ship of Shite?
Or just worse?
Worse as re treat needed?
To es cape the super powered cape of fear?
Enough Enough cried Billy Goats Gruff
Sitting like Uni verse Eggs un der the bridge
Patiently waiting for tad poles to swim
come up stream and latch on inn?
Money like honey is ever so sticky
The curse of Bee
more
as Business Trans Acted
Go Forth, spread seen and multiply The Wealth of Creation
in tent, camp King, intention, camping?
at the Doors of The Kingdom
Of Target and wal mart of con sumed
con sumated
as con sumers get fucked
ova, Their Eggs fertilised by those same dead to the world sunken
sea men, an anemone, an enema of the Wall et, pursing purging the
moan He from The Mist Shallow Pock ets
So worthy wonders of smaller toke Ons of
energy ex change?
Fare Trade? Fair Trade? Ripped up or just off?
Lead with service to be of value, not success in hip pock marks?
Lead with like 110 street west, pay what you got, know Tap And Run....?
