PolitiKKKin

PolitiKKKin (click to listen)

2011 the U.S. government is like
piranha, gnawing at each other,
and I have to say,
its fascinating to watch, and
so easy to boycott,
snap their pocket books in half,
take your money back.    

So my focus is really on
the American people and
how far mad they are
willing to allow themselves
to be or how much they long
to be free from the lies
that live behind Politikkkin' eyes.

It's a frenzy, a feeding dilemma,
where blinders prevail what
they'd see if the veil fell,
and I wonder if they're ready,
and I know they are
there's this steady beat of
shuffle sounds from afar
as they march to the boxes,
dodging foxes dressed like sheep.

I hear the right wears red,
because they carry the
the blood of the dead
and the left wears blue,
to carry all the tears
the right left in you;
and I'm not about colors,
or separatism, or the
division of parties  so
if there was a section called
Above, I'd be floating,
singing, revealing and hoping
for the rise of that Election.

2011, the PolitiKKKs divide,
tattle tale, open up hell and
pave way for heaven as we arrive,
in a time where we learn to be
alive inside the hive smoke the
bees out watch them float off we sip
honey from the comb
and so, tell me, my loves are
you watching, seeing, being
something more than the truth
you abhor where magic
becomes mist inside the denseness?

Jump off the boat into the water,
where using arms is necessary,
feel the muscles burn from the work
you've put in to keep these
demons from PolitiKKKin;
tread the rapids, be strong,
know where you belong inside
the madness and learn to balance.

I'm leaving behind Big Pharm for
a garden porch, and I'm growing
lettuce in the ghetto,
beans where the trailers are in lines,
where community is apparent if
you just speak it into existence,
tell the neighbor let's quit this,
when you learn to stop being selfish.

2011 I'm being love more,
I'm paddling farther from the safe shore,
to where the waves hit heavy,
and i'm ready for the tide,
to turn my back on the ones
who've lied so much their lips
have turned to plastic, eyes spastic
with the signs of greed, need and
hormone infected toxic seed.

and you go on PolitiKKKin
go on following after the wicked,
go on whining about how you wish
this would all end while you
feed money in their slots pull the lever,
and you're still in bed with the Devil.

and you go on sleeping, little lambs,
let the Darkness hold your hands,
while your blinders widen,
giving you a place to hide behind and
don't be surprised if i snatch back,
point out the compassion you lack,
speak about your complacency,
consumerism and stupidity.

V

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