treacle, treacle, little treacle....

makes my emotions flow
thru the cold logic
cold gazes
cold shoulders
cold killers


the dead soldiers and righteous rage against the simply unfair




ts eliot asked,


Those corpses you planted last summer?  Have they begun to sprout?




i am afraid i will stop feeling
i have seen these people
mini-sociopaths
filled with silent hate
smuggingly convinced THEY ARE RIGHT


the racists 
rapists 


the accidently predators
guys who drunkenly used to call at women out of my cab
scaring the hell of them...  I had to explain this over and over to them
once the guys understood they stopped...


tell yourselves THE ZOMBIES LEARN\


OR


tell yourselves THE ANGEL ARE WATCHING YOU


OR


tell yourself YOUR SCI-FI PIE IN THE SKY ANSWERS TO ALL WHYS




YOU might as well join the dervish
drink up a euphoria
anything to bandage the wounds of merely watching this fucked up show
listen to the ministers telling you to step into their wonderland
see eternal life as a reward for our lives of despair


life is pain the buddha told the monks.... Life is PAIN


why not trade yourself for one of the pre-proggramed personas
go join a frat and learn the corporate lingo/how to obey the group above all over