The Intelligencia

And

oh look

the socialists

and youths

have outvoted us again

the intelligencia

and here we sit

in mope

as they

four years ago

and on and on it goes

and i am taken to that room

where her

kisses and huge hugs arrived

that day

matured

and then she is taken away

so strange

forever

For that is how God does it ,..

and then

i am led to that place

where

they throw swords

at Our Lord

and oh how I complain

but never

suffered

quite like He

or did I ?

And

was it even worse ?

And this is all a curse

and all the while

they tell me

its not so bad

and I should be glad

for everything I ever had

and oh look

the right out-tricked the left

but lost

but then the leftist did his usual best

and failed another test he passed

and committed suicide

or homicide

and to him its

all the same

so lame

a martyr

To be worshiped 

in this big game

the matrix

by the Left

and maybe even

some of the right

but all the while

not real

not relevant 

just

fake news

everything is used

and your money too

and maybe your girl

for your world

has been lived a thousand times

or more

905

and all you can do in the end

is

Just pray to that Lord

or honor

the porcelain gods 

Oh Look !

Lefty controls righty

wants his money

for his power

shower with pee

and just like the lonely

and this is all so fun

a sunset

trees

wind

and breeze

and followers

and friends

and happiness is a warm gun

it defends

Protection

and ,.. 

as

it brings THE END

and I crave an orgasm

my day's only pleasure

as I age

with limited treasure

my big moment

my end all end all

and then and just like the rest

it treats me bad

and i feel like shit

Guilty

and the fear

of being behind those bars

And much like Davey

in Head

and God is dead

time to pray to Christ

and make it all right

or go to rehab

for my plight

And when things get rough

I can always enter the Orgasmatron

when porn and prayer

flee

and or 

not enough

but

either way I am alone

undone

not having much fun'

yet tons

in my mind

alone

suddenly I see

an old fiend

and offer that hug

but its insincere

and he

or she

sends me on my way

again

and a bitter old senior grandma

pesters me

and bothering me

as I make my tea

So useless

the old

all they do is die

thats after

they cry and cry

and who can blame them

this was no Heaven here

for this was all atest

we fear

we may not pass

but probably do

just to get through

might be enough

it's so rough

some are raped

many are hated

many are envied

and berated

for just being themselves

or when they delve

off into something new

and my best times are always just erased

And by God

and replaced with the usual typical hate

memories

and I deserve it all

but I dream of her

at night

Cindy

and I seek a better life

but not as much these days

and here it comes round the bend

finally

the Rednecks win again

at last

and just like Reagan

back in the days

round and round it goes

it never ends

Taurus battles Leo

and all his friends

and racists are accused

by those who think nearly the same

the kettle is black

and all in His name

and the big machines they count

but in the end

they tell their lies

as programmed by Christ

and other guys

the smarter ones in the room

gloom and doom

and you think I'm full of shit

and maybe I am

but what does that make you

AND YOU

AS THIS IS ALL JUST A GAME

that ends with a huge bang

or maybe just black and silence

not even violence 

Yes the kettle is black

the kettle is green

and like nothing you've ever seen

and Woody Allen might even go insane

if he read this

but that's all part of the big game

OF LIFE

HERE

On Earth

Get used to it

Mother was an incubator

Father was the contents

but not for me

and maybe just barely

for ye