Revised: AMaze
JV
My thoughts are and will a-maze
Of a hundred thousand corridors
Creativity running rampant
forming terrifying plots, mystical beings; my Minotaurs
embodying hidden rebellious thoughts,
Secret devious doors, five dimensional floors
Word stairsteps cascading, flowing from my mouth to your
ears.
Hearken to these,
Revolutionary ideas,
Behold the blueprints,
Not necessarily blue.
Each colored royally; thought clothing fit for
An Egyptian prince
So that he may rise and war nations to Slavery
Mind you, allthewhile, dressed quite godly
Babylon the Great, The United States
Theft and corruption, made right
Prometheus’ stole fire and fled into the night
Punishment with no end.
His chains, our chains,
Thought itself changed when
Rebel’s stole U.S. [us] from them.
A third of a man, 3 times the work; a single life
A single soul.
Step right up, good teeth, straight back
To you he’s cheap,
Food ain’t free, Sundays on the ships we feed em’ meat
Step right up, can’t take em’ back
To you, to you, to you she’s cheap
Childbearing too, get another free.
And minister-man’s in pulpit preaching
Teaching,
We ourselves are gods,
Must be, cause what we say’s right, is right,
Is right, so
Step right up, to you he’s cheap
Seller-man calls once, twice, thrice
Pay a dollar to buy a soul for eternity;
98 cents cheaper than Charon’s [or Chiron] price
Crazed ideas.
Bear-traps made for man,
We got: cattle-wire and hound-dogs
They’ll get stopped for they ran
Us out of house and home,
Watchmen and the Natn’l guard’ll shoot em’
Niggers and Spicks
Fore’ they get my home.
My tax-money.
My 56” Toshiba.
Now.
Imagine a world ruled by a German, Fascist, [some say Insane], Supremacist
His door’s been marked with the hammer of Thor
A Siamese L orchestral quartet
Sweet lies, mixed with, piercing shriek and powder clap
You’ll find that page 489 in Collier’s Dictionary.
Go down hallway C-94
Inside lies a partially bastardized Constitution,
Edited to mention God in the First Amendment,
Let thy mercy, Lord, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.
13 rebel words accused of High Treason.
Right down this here stretch is I-66
Two lefts, and the 17th door on the right’s
The Supreme Court
But its walls are engraved with the 10 Commandments
Hallway W’s one full of wars,
Like a coal, black gold, vein gone dry.
At the end of the hall should be a single door.
Black as Cerberus’ eyes.
I warn you fore you go in, it’s been another 4 billion years,
And the Earth still ain’t recovered from radiation
Now.
You’ve read the entry mat.
Sign the waiver, and enter.
Watch out, the least sane ideas, always seem to find ways of becoming palpable.
I’ve only lived a fortnight in the Revolution of our orb’s dishallowed soil.
Even so,
My thoughts are and will a maze.
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