A History of Revolution the American mothafuckin revolution was an ecstatic orgasmic rite of joy and wondrous follicle- grooving.
moving into intricately indolent grains of ricecake, the wacker crackas smacked their bitches up with cups of endless tea
and dumped shaved Mohawks into the sea
to symbolize the dissolution of all punk nihilistic spikes of flesheating wombattical malevolence
and establish monkeys of freedom, enormous and licentious
protected by the monks of severely severed nerve-endings who pontificated pompously o’er the mighty towers of fire and power
and the trunks of constitutional monarchy and other symptoms of elephantiasis were hacked by Texan chainsaws into hodgepodge piles of rubber and blood
but the horns that they hoped would grow into exemplary ivory, cities upon hills upon god upon Babel
the white scimitars that would skewer all negro funkiness exploit and rape as if mutually-apes, with no mouths agape save for those that quake,
shock and cocks and struggling precursors of rock, offenders and defenders offending each other’s prudent sensibilities
these horns were poached by cockroach servants of capitalism, currently electrifying and gentrifying cultures and jihads like vultures perched sinisterly on the insane manes of lily-high horses of concentrated forces
brains evacuate the head of state everytime he masturbates to the procreant spouting of oil and sprouting of boiling southern hatred, reciprocated by even southerner hatred, eventuating in northern meltdown
and Great Floods of blood, limbs swollen by bombs and oceans swollen by heat
a beatable membrane rendered semi-permeable by enabled ultraviolet
while it all orbits around the great fiery orb of tan and burn and beach and incineration
where and for doth it plunge? where and about is the sponge?
the puffy marshmallows in the cabbagious sky that drench us when wrenched, wrung & wrought
and ought soak us up as well as down
remove the crown by enveloping rednecks and conspiracy theorists in its inscrutable pores of otherwordly anal adventure
the emperor’s advisers drop their dentures into a fighting fishbowl of glass shattered to unbreakability
in which Hobbesian battles are waged by jagged bone against boneand simultaneously tactical boners plunge into mother earth, forging apertures wherever supple texture can be found
and implant the future into the core, hardcore breaches of peace
so few reach for the sky, but it only took two to eat the apple of god’s eye
to dream of knowledge & experience, banishing innocence to songs
but if throngs throw long passes into the green inzone of idealism
the crazed blazes of violence and greed will be battled down, touched down by
karmic fingers that linger o’er our empirical spherical globe
will vindicate the struggles of one million Jobs
by returning vast splendor in a rapturous strobe.