Confessions of a Psycotic Blue Collar Worker.

walkin round with a chip on my shoulder and a beam in my eye
a cross on my back and a coat and a tie...just your average Joe Schmo and I've got the workin man's blues.
and I've got my doubts and questions but lately i don't give a damn
i've got my reservations bout father god and uncle sam.

I'm gonna quit my job and start a revolution gonna burn a flag and scream fuck the institution cuz i'm sick and tired of all this pollution and they done tore up the constitution . uncle sam used it to wipe his greedy ass. yeah, I'm gonna quit my job and hold a black mass gonna worship satan and put a curse on your ass, gonna ride a bike and boycott gas...

Cage the Dragon...

cage the dragon and put it on a leash...make it yours...accept it as a part of you...your own personal demon...Master it. Control it. Use it as a tool...A weapon...an appendage. Feed it as if it were your own body. Channel energy thru an umbilical cord like it was a newborn child. Focus power to the pinnicle of the pyramid...like a reflection of a sun ray on a steel blade sets fire to the grass if held by a steady hand...
We're swimming in a sea of astral fluid in the womb of the universe, worshipping the lord of all the stars...as long as there is a rainbow the sun will shine.

The Giant Cosmic Fiery Coal.

Gravy goes with Rice like Peanut butter and Jelly
they go together nice like Regis and Kelly
You can't have one with out the other
it's like a newborn baby without it's mother
Peaches and Cream, A boat and a River
Simese twins sharing a liver
all these things go together all right
you can't have the day without the night
We're all just different bodies with the same old soul
spinning around this giant cosmic fiery coal.

It is what it is and it ain't what it aint
we're all sinners and there aren't any saints
as it is so shall it be
but if it's gonna change i guess it's up to you and me
but there really ain't no such thing as being in control
and that's the way it rolls
spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal.

Left over grits and refried beans
the time and the place and the end and the means
the above and below and the in-between
the joker and the jack and the kings and the queen

Circles and Squares, Kristofferson and U2
Creation, Destruction, Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu
The Good and the Bad
Lucifer and Jehova
The Yin and the Yang
and the couch and the sofa
all these things go together allright
you can't have the day
without the night
We're all just different bodies with the same old soul
and that's the way it rolls
we're all spinning around this giant cosmic fiery coal.

Dear Cheif of Police,

I have spoken to the state attorney about officer tucker and his behavoir on New Years Day. Officer Tucker behaved in a way that was completely innapropriate and a disgrace to your department and everything it stands for. He has abused the power that you have bestowed upon him. I am sure that you are aware, as the blood on the ticket that I signed under duress testifies, officer Tucker opposed me with violence that was completely unprovoked. I have never seen such a vehement display of cop rage. Officer Tucker was out of control. I would hope that you as a man of authority, would have the awareness and the wisdom to know when a man under your command is not fit, or not in a proper state of mind to fullfill his duty to serve and protect. I am prepared to appeal to the highest power nessecary to ensure that officer Tucker's behavior does not go unchecked.

Lemur Messiah

"I have come to emancipate the incompasitated lemurs, lost in an illusatory labrinth of the vast underpinnings of metalic infrastructures created by a plethera of arbitrary authorities combining their collective energies to engage in a manicacle conspiracy to obliterate the consciousness of the masses and establish an omnipresent religeo-political system of injustice and unrestrained capital gain on the part of the few and privilaged bourgeois at the expense of the mass population in it's entirety."

Stranded Soldier.

There was a one-legged man with a gas can and crutches walking on the side of the road in the rain. I pulled over and gave him a lift hoping that he wasn't insane. His arms were covered were covered in road rash, and prison tattoos faded by the sun, his back was hunched from years of packing a duffel bag that weighed a ton. He had two fingers over his adams' apple and his thank you was more like a wheeze, he had a hole in his throat, he'd been shot thru the neck and he whistled ever time that he breathed. I bought him some gas at the 7-11 and I brought him back to his van, and i asked where he was headed and he said I'm headed to the promised land.

with nothing but a dream.

A man is born into the world naked and helpless with nothing but a dream, a glimpse of who he is, a shadow of what he is to become. As his life progresses his dream is buried, gradually beneath the weight of the world. If he is weak, his dream is crushed beneath the load and he is forced to stumble into the mold. If he is strong, he learns to throw off the weight and strip away the fetters that bind him, often leaving him again, naked and helpless with nothing in his hands, grasping his dream and never letting go. Deep down, we are all naked babies with nothing but a dream.