Poem By: Billy Alsbrooks
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Do we now sit at the table of war?
Then let us pick up our fancy dinner knives
Let us slash the moonlit night with the wings of American love
As we kiss each other’s imperfections in ways that make the walls uneasy
Our white table cloths shall run with blood
The dinner guests will never see the betrayal coming
Their flat earth minds know not how to cross the Atlantic
But the ghost of Erikson will guide us there
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Why can’t we just swim in comic books that make us all invisible
That would airdrop the ancient secrets right into our muskets
Our little mouths begging to eat
Our broken souls longing to feed
But the tables are empty of the answers that would calm our stomachs
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The sheep have become lazy grazing the pastures of imitation
Now there’s no bread left on the gallery shelves
We’ve all become cartoons in a metaverse world
These Social landlords demanding their rent in data
For data is the liquor in the throats of capitalism
Bitcoin drunks drown their Wall Street pallets
While Instagram and Apple suspend Kanye for ranting
Cancel Culture seeks more truth to cancel
So that metro can cover the real news of Skete’s tattoo
Are there any journalists left with testicles?
Or do you only have balls with five thousand dollar dinners?
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Ukrainian blood waters the grass
While we watch the Russian godfather without his shirt on
Siberian bombs seek their lovers
But there’s a long line to borrow from the Chinese
Gasoline prices soaring like hot air balloons
And now we can’t even share our Netflix passwords
The world is collapsing upon itself
But the drones from Amazon will ship for free
Starbuck junkies shop at Whole Foods
As the bald king of Seattle orbits the world
These greedy politicians go naked to their dinner parties
While we still have to distance and wear these stupid Covid masks
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Caesar has invited us to watch the gladiators
As Vegas takes bets on Elon vs. Putin
Who needs bubble gum in a world that can’t chew truth?
How can we sing, if we can’t even see?
Are there not any windows in the blind skull of howl city?
My lines the bricks that pave the road to enlightenment
They shall bring us to the door of mirrors
There we’ll imagine ourselves in ways that makes the lies more believable
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Do we now sit at the table of war?
Then let’s pick up our silver forks
Let us lick our plates with symbolic conversation
Who can tell the most egregious lies to the diary no one will ever read?
But remember, the pages of our lives will betray us
We shall gossip until our tongues are tainted forever
But to be safe, let’s write in angelic code so the demons can’t find us
If they ever sense that we fear them, they will come court us with dreams
I’ve seen the hidden rooms they live in
I’ve heard the regrets that they whisper to Oprah
Inflation is the garlic that scares these vampires
These Hollywood graveyards are full of freaks
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Nothing matters beyond the stairs of lovemaking
Yet one wrong word can suck the life out of intimacy
Sour still swirls in the mouth of the bitten
But the band of labor thieves won’t pay enough
So like Jimmy Hoffa,
we scream at the top of our union teamster lungs
NO MORE VEGETABLES, WE DEMAND THE MEAT OF LIFE!
NO MORE VEGETABLES, WE DEMAND THE MEAT OF LIFE!
