Thoughts on an Old Man

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I think about the old man a lot lately
What must have been going through the head
of that desperate wrinkly hairy sweaty mass
shoveling flesh of flesh blood of blood down his gullet?

Was he thinking about the taste, neither salty nor sweet?
Was he struck by the texture on his teeth?
Was he pondering the world gradually slipping away?
Was he overcome with jealous paranoid relief?

Relief that the future wouldn’t overcome the past
Relief that the taste wasn’t so bad
Relief that the babe hadn’t made too much noise
Relief that salvation exists for those willing to seize it

Did he know who or what he was eating?
Or had he just grown accustomed
to thoughtless alimentary consumption?
there’s no time to look anymore — down it and go

Or had he done it for their own good?
The world belongs to the strong and the brave after all
kids have to learn the facts early on
or they’ll never make it

They’ll never make it
they’ll never make it…

…maybe I’ll ask him one day when I’m strong and brave
after slicing his belly open and tossing him in a cage

Anúncios

Of Ants and Babes

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Growing up
I knew I was special
My ears were bigger
My fluff was thicker

My pillows were made of dreams

Give me your honey covered tongues
Or I’ll tear them off
Hand over your hearts
Or you better watch out

Life isn’t for the easy sitters

Ants tear into the skin
Heh, look at them go
Stare into the lights

And they’ll start to glow

I told my mommy to keep it down
Told the mailman to watch his head
I am the Batman
Coming for you tonight

In bed before nine and I’ll be alright

I can’t escape my fate
Greatness among ya
Hold my crown while I spit
I’m the bearer of the claws of justice

Perpetrator of the laws of trust us

Ants tear into the skin
Heh, look at them go
Stare into the lights

And they’ll start to glow

Death from above
I am the chosen
It’s what I tell the doll
When I’m about to drop

Some plastic munitions on its head

Freedom is another word for play
With the cat’s tail or chasing
He’s better off this way
You called me your favorite little man

Come give me my hug

Ants tear into the skin
Heh, look at them go
Stare into the lights

And they’ll start to glow

The crowd cheers
The girls fear me
I am a dinosaur
Throw them in the pen with the rest

There is no rest, I’ve got school soon

I love me a little competition
Why are you crying?
Sit in the corner, you’re out
No time for mourning

What’s fair is fair is fair is fair is fair is fair is fair

Ants tear into the skin
Heh, look at them go
Stare into the lights

And they’ll start to glow

I am your son
You can’t deny me
I am your son
Isn’t this what you wanted?
Isn’t this what you wanted?

Isn’t this what you wanted?

Ants tear into the skin
Heh, look at them go
Stare into the lights
And they’ll start to glow