Just a funky punk monkey Still hunkering down In a bunker Like nuclear waste Underground In debunking Dysfunctional
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of dungeons lurking Is my shadow king usurping Slurping sanguine sassafras And burning angel demon grass
Shell-cased in soft power Arms races Like Carter I break it down harder Than kami wind martyrs With ardor of green cards
I got your traumatic In peace Wreakin’ havoc And bring the disorder back Full automatic Been trackin’ the fascists
This love/hate relationship With Human races is Making me crazier Than the creationist Over and over Repeating the verses
The leader will stand For all into one The sum of his fears Is a product of none He has learned to fight fair On this life battlefield
Is it truly human nature This fear of the unknown? We see aliens among us And we'd rather be alone Not look inside their homeless void
I’ve seen signs of life grow As they dance within fallout zones Hunger’s war-waged Ravaged plains where no Jesus goes
Complex is her prison The warden to freedom She puts the guard In my garden of eden My judge and my jury My guilty confines
Exuding supernova suns Through sensory explosions Otherworldly forms of fun When the Mother Earth has chosen Pheonix forces I become
One day I will fade From the annals of time Along with conceptions Of my human mind Words that then gave them life
Not the GOAT I’m the satyr The living hell raiser The wicked witch Kingdom come’s Last savior slaver A treacherous,