Wrecking Ball Ride

Write All Over The Sky.

Jerk-Off And Fly.

Like An Vulture

On His Way

To A Fish Fry.

Room To Cheat.

Laws Have Cold Feet.

Is That? ─

Having A Blast? Or Just Gas?

Cause It’s

Plenty Of Range

To Act Insane.

Hit A Note.

Fix A Vote

While The World Drifts By

On A Wrecking Ball Ride.

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Crooked Signs

Toss It Out Sour Mouth. Spit It Up.

Take A Gulp.

You Can’t Choke On Diet Coke

In A Fit Of Fear

Surrounded By Hat-Wearing Peers.

Suggestive Crowds Act Really Weird

In A Casket Filled With Lawless Cheers.

Anger Talks Loud And Dresses Dirt Proud

In The Middle Of Democracy’s Shutdown.

What’s Hell And Counts In Time?

A Hate-Filled Suggestion Plane

Fit To Fly

Thanks To Our Ignorant Eyes ─

Yeah,

The Holy Scriptures Have Some Twisted Sisters.

They Trap Minds In A Cult-Like Bind

That Squeezes Thoughts

Into A Psyche Line

That Bends The Sublime

With Crooked Signs.

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Takes to Bed

Eagle's In A Knot

Right Wing’s Caught

In A Class-Less Pot.

Hey—It’s Like ─

Spiders’ Instant Art.

Home’s A Silky Fart

From The Inside

Where It Begins.

Mixing Finesse

With Gracious Sin.

Cause

Colored Bugs

Have Their Own Kind

Of Mental Tugs

They Fly─

But Not Too High

Like─

Red Ants On The Hill

Swimming In A Tariff Spill.

They Cough Their Way Through

Using A Confusion Pill

To Push The Spread

That Makes The Dread

Anxious Freedom

Takes To Bed.

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Crustaceans’ Life

It’s A Crab Crawl History Ball.

Pincher’s Out. Belly’s Stout

From The Worms That Yearn

For A Seat In The Grand Repeat.

Nothing’s Unsaid, So Pass The Bread.

Crumbs Of Life Filled With Spice

Make Crustaceans’ Life Pretty Nice.

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Dog Shag Race

Red White And Blue

Lives in A Cloudy-Ass Shoe

Socks Filled With Plenty.

Spiritual Hands Rather Empty.

Guilty Thoughts

Act Like Sores On Religion’s

Confessional Door.

One Choice Forward

Two Leaps Back

Sin Likes To Brew

When Lies Screw

A Time Or Two.

Flag’s Dispose. Hearts Decompose

When Minds Look For A Throne.

With A Shiny Sword

In The Name Of The Lord.

So Break A Little Bread

Say Something Not Said.

Words Like To Wed.

Like Pounding Paws

And Drooling Claws

In A Dog Shag Race.

“Dog Shag Race”

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Truths Do A Flip

Mind Be Told. Lies Are Bold.

No Need For Peace

When Money Acts Like Grease.

People Lose Their Grip

When Voting Is A Power Trip.

Revenge Yells Loud

Mercy Can’t Be Found.

War Fills History’s Blanket

At An Anger Eating

Bombing Banquet.

Nerves On A String

Fearful Thoughts Make Them Sing.

It’s Brain Pain For The Insane.

Inner Sound Pours Loud.

Searching For Right

With Dim Headlights.

Nothing’s Set When Destruction

Takes A Seat With Muddy Feet.

Cause Violence Likes To Boast

When Negative Beliefs

Crack The Whip

And Truths Do A Flip.

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Filled With Flies

Double Jerk Night

Fame And Fright.

One Likes Might

The Other Banks On Bytes.

Shred The Sand In Their Plan

If You Can.

Crabs Do It Best

When Water Makes A Mess.

Insipid Thoughts Turn

Like A Spinning Urn

Hatched From Ancient Burns.

Bleeding Ashes Tell The Tale.

Body Feels Like A Jail

In A Sea Of Disbelief

Full Of Gritty

Bullshit Grief.

Forget The Foggy Goons

That Spit Out Gloom.

Like Striped Cats Licking

Half-Eaten Pie

Filled With Flies.