I would like to go up the side
of the heads of all the
preventers of unbridled
concepts, and moral outrage,
about the dying of the light.

Daddyo wields the blade
of monetary worship, drawing
financial conclusions
based on the body count,
and the seemingly
endless string of sellouts,
who parade
like baboons smoking cigars
with their pitiful beat red asses
into the gelling gene pool
of warmongering Daddyo.

Production lines of spiritually
deformed humanity selecting
and sorting the newest in
brain implants. We send spaceships
out, and build more; train the
explorers to be conquering politicians
and butchers, who are down on their knees
with their sucking mouths to Daddyo.

© - 2003 - Doug Draime