“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Sewer Suites
It's dirty down in the gutter
With the perverts and the nutters
And you just do everything
Lower and lower it you brings
The lowest things normal are
You're giving blow jobs in their cars
You take it all you smile and laugh
As they stick it up your arse
And sometimes you're having fun
The drugs and sex make you come
It's nice to sink so low
The perversion grows and grows
But then the hang over it strikes
Your fucked and tired an empty life
But with the drugs back in your veins
You start it all up again
Your pimp he smiles and he knows
And down and down you do go
When your down there's no way out
Though sometimes you do scream and shout
Open wide and come again
Now the devil is your friend
Your pimp he knocks you about
You love it as you scream and shout
Delight to some, to others desecration Eradicating every single chance At peaceful, soul-enriching contemplation Fostering the hope for sweet romance. Ears and mind, instead, sit stunned –– assaulted. Noxious noise befouls the atmosphere In throbbing pseudo-ecstasy exalted Neutralizing all that’s clean and clear. Ground out tones smacking of self-pity Degrade the mise en scene where they appear, Erasing what’s not grubby, gross or gritty Catering, instead, to our worst fears. Aggravation never ceasing breeds Yammering lemmings aping Satan’s leads.
Shades of Kurt Weill –– again.,
ReplyDeleteThe background music of Advanced Nihilism on the March.
ReplyDeleteWell, one has to admit, all is not well in our American "paradise".
ReplyDelete_________ Deafening Decay _________
ReplyDeleteDelight to some, to others desecration
Eradicating every single chance
At peaceful, soul-enriching contemplation
Fostering the hope for sweet romance.
Ears and mind, instead, sit stunned –– assaulted.
Noxious noise befouls the atmosphere
In throbbing pseudo-ecstasy exalted
Neutralizing all that’s clean and clear.
Ground out tones smacking of self-pity
Degrade the mise en scene where they appear,
Erasing what’s not grubby, gross or gritty
Catering, instead, to our worst fears.
Aggravation never ceasing breeds
Yammering lemmings aping Satan’s leads.
~ FreeThinke
Of course, all is not well, Inspector, and that is PRECISELY why I am adamantly determined to remain an ANACHRONISM –– a living fossil, as it were.
ReplyDeleteI refuse to allow myself to be swept away in the tsunami of shit, piss, vomit and sewer gas that comprises Popular Culture.
At the risk of sounding unspeakably trite I will say once again, "I'd much prefer to be alone than in bad company."
If it weren't for bad (at times) company, humans would have no company at all.
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