Cynical CakePosted: 08/09/2011
Can I have my cake and eat it
Before Marie has her share?
I don’t want to get my head cut off but I’m Sydney on dare.
Far out man. That’s, like, too many obscure occurrences,
Occurring at one time,
Amazing how love nourishes;
When a child is taught values
And isn’t in front of a television;
And the parents both have lives
Beyond alcoholism and drug addiction.
There’s no cut in my drug use
Like no vetoes on spending
Resolute in rank standing
Porous road borders
Marauding helicopters exploring…
A soul search from an American who would rather destroy it.
Don’t subscribe to convictions that isolate others
Even if that isolation brings some good and some order
Rather forfeit the elite than discriminate the populace
Mansions over hills with oceans on the bottom
So seductive, so engaging, so riddled in the news
The bullets like photographers getting paid to state the views
Nonchalant disenchantments – priority based opinions
Isms isms isms isms isms isms isms
Put a fasc, put a Marx, put feminine in there
Try a nation, try a county, try a rocket’s red glare.
Ideas in inferiority not getting chance to state dynamics
Plans for social standing beyond capitalist mechanics
Formulaic answer for a question not yet asked
Is the future in the future or is the past just here at last?
What are the stakes now?
I’ll put my share of the debt in
I hear it’s like ten grand
Shall I cash all my chips in?
Sorry to the dealer, no tip out on this one
Just a smile and flash
So easy how the deeds done
Don’t have any more cash
Get the equivalent value.
Man, you shouldn’t be talking trash
Your face will be in a towel
Bloody and disgusted
Would have been easier to be corrupted
Like George and me man
Not talking moving on up kid
Just sly talking and even shadier dealings
Myra Lansky in a flash
Cuba before Castro came in
Falling out of the sky
Chicken little then John Kennedy
Blown his head out the side
Tell me one slug did that, enemies
Fuck that, I’ll take out the trash
I’ll take on corruption
I’m Grant on Boss Tweed after enough is enough, shit.
Why get all somber talking facts and economics?
I’d rather be talking shit towards homophobes and Republicans
Wait I know that’s unfair, way too big a generalization
Homophobes are just scared. Republican’s rule a nation.
Don’t dare call yourselves the party of Lincoln
He walked with angels and you collaborate with corporations
A man in an impediment more than we can ever know;
The fate of a nation,
And those casualties to show.
Back then just the telegraph;
While he’s asleep on a couch;
Waiting for the results of Antietam, so he could announce.
A document both proficient but at the same time wholly lacking,
Any real truth in its words but in spirit holy packing;
Don’t think he didn’t know that. Well now you’re thinking wrong,
Would we be so radically deconstructed, if he hadn’t heard that song?
Watching and listening from the foremost of balconies,
Just as many enemies in the North as the South you see.
It’s a questionable, still…
Any misnomers and reservations best report them now or else.
Fuck FEMA. Fuck Congress. Most of all fuck yourself
Only political masturbation could have this result
Like the low man on the totem it’s impossible, you won’t
Get any kind of result if you don’t go out and vote
People died for that right
Most of us don’t give a damn
Damn near half the nation
I can hear the I cant’s;
I don’t care;
It doesn’t matter;
They just rig the whole thing anyway;
Well if it is rigged,
It’s rigged, because you did not say;
Anything that mattered or anything with means,
Pillows of ears, insulation, to cover up the dreams;
Dark boats, dark rivers, darks destinations not clear,
You can feel my heart of darkness;
Like Kurtz felt fear.
At the end of the day anyway, I got that impression from Marlon Brando;
Joseph Conrad thinks different, he’s more cynical than me, no?
(October 2004 Revised August 2011)