“Eat Apple Pie”

Over-Aged Beef

Anger Has Fat Feet.

Start A Fight Scratch And Bite.

Tooth And Nail.

Misery Is A Mental Jail.

Rock The Clock Until It Stops

Taking Punches ─

From A God Born Of Flame.

With All Sorts Of Names.

Crouch Like A Tiger

Sting Like A Bee

Then─

Act Like A Monkey Rat

Without A Baseball Bat.

It’s Fourth Of July

When All The Flies

Eat Apple Pie.

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Grandad’s Rusty Mental Truck.

Top Of The Line

Ego’s

Ready And Primed.

Tickle That Pride

Cause─

Sanity Tells Lies.

So─

Step On The Gas

Watch That Ass.

Point Of Power

Is Any Hour─

Proof Sits In You.

Ignorance Has Instant Glue.

Aliens Times Two

Religion Gulps A Few.

Politics Has The Fess-Up Flu

When─

Fear Rides A Saucer

Looking For

That Perfect Cup

In─

Grandad’s Rusty Mental Truck.

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Half-Grown

Loud And Useless

What’s The Plan?

Changing Piers─

With Dominant Worldly Peers?

Democracy Is Like A Fall

Caught In An Epic Brawl

Because─

Beliefs Tie Slippery Knots.

They Try To Give You

Something They’re Not.

Right?

You Know─

Get Down On Them Knees

Bow To Nothing With Fleas.

Ants Like To Tease

When─

Stumps Are Trees

With Brown Leaves.

Yep─

Honesty Looks For A Home.

And Deceit Loves Life

Half-Grown.

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Runny Nose

Listen To The Sound Of Air

When Human Thoughts

Turn Bare.

Or─

While Shaving Mental Hairs.

Drop A Positive Pin

In That Brainy Whim

And Look Deep Within.

Go─

Un-Dress Ego’s Frum

Have Some Inner Fun.

Cause─

Beliefs Flow Through

That Bubbling Brook

Your Mind Took.

Looking For─

An Aurati Glow Head To Toe.

So Remember─

Truth Never Erodes

From A Vocal

Runny Nose.

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“Frying Pan Of Gold”

Tax And Duck

Cut The Foul-Mouth Rug

From The Sinking Bug.

Creative Destruction Land Of Dysfunction.

Anything Goes When Laws Explode.

Wankers Agree

Flakes On The Bench

Dig A Deep Kiss-Ass Trench.

Lots Of Fears

In Home-Made Weird.

Never Too Soon When Anger Blooms ─

And Violence Grooms With Tell-Tale Prunes─

Soaked In Gloom.

Right─

Those Hand-Made Brooms

And Silver Spoons,

In Rank Streets Under Dirty Sheets

Eat─ Then Blink.

Freedom Has A Funny Stink.

In Any Kitchen Sink.

Best Be Bold

In A

Frying Pan Of Gold.

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The Dues

Spread The News─

Emperor Loves

Those Wing-Tip Shoes.

They Sparkle In Gritty Times—

Leave Nothing Behind

But The Dirty Shine

Of An Eroding Mind.

Every Phony Verb

Is A Hard Ball Curve

That Gives

That Bruised Cat

A Lying-Brain Attack.

It’s Like─

Riding Anger Laps

In A Bloody Field

Of Red, White, And Blue─

With Num-Nut-Laced

Truths.

While Hatred

Enjoys

The Dues.

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Human Under-Tow

Emotions And Intent

Energy In A Psychic Tent.

Thoughts Align

Like─

Lights For The Mind.

But─

Clouds Of Inner Fear

Act Insane

And

Cells Do The Same.

War Is The Game.

When

Choices Grow

From Angry Seeds

Planted In That

Human Under-Tow.

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