Blowing the dust off this one for my first post. I’m riffing on a Rollins-style rant inspired by the Living Colour song “Go Away”…if you’re familiar with both, you’ll see what I mean:
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In the coal pits of Hell the rapture is manufactured.
Armageddon is at the door. Knock, Knock.
No plumbing, no food, no living, no good. Push “the problem” under the rug,
Out of the city,
Ignore “the problem,” Dress “the problem” and make them clean up their act.
Just make sure “the problem” is separate from the real problems.
Live in an elevator, die when you hit the ground floor. You’ll know when the blood goes to your head,
and face,
and floor.
Smile, it’s not yours.
Babies have babies having aids
and addiction has drugs
have people hold Hell.
The unwashed go to mass, in masses.
God has to hear them because his creations are deaf,
Dumb.
Death is a favor the drug dealers know.
Run the market! For sale! One day only!
A first class ticket outta here on the bullet train! Look forward and smile!
3,
2,
BANG!
Children under foot, soliders.
The enemies of the armies are the neighbors
are the brothers
the sisters
the mothers
the fathers.
Is the enemy myself?
Fingers pointing, guns, placing blame on everyone and one another.
Does it matter? Does it Factor? Can it be a Daily Show? Do you care?
Does Oprah care?
Just put your head under the rock and send your money.
As we pledge allegiance to pay our guilty conscience,
to GO AWAY!
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