I see -
The eagle fucking some young swan
breeding stoned warriors
for yet another bloody soiree,
well along I’ll be by then.
Some pale shade you might not see
directly.
Though with crackly tuner
and new remote
you might hear my scratchy words
replayed on channel one
where there are pictures of our noble birds
all dying of disease.
You’ll be concerned with the last bitch
the bastard that took the portable deep freeze
but that won’t mean shit to me
I won’t be able to leave
till I lay some heavy words
on some new age hippie jesus freak
who mumbles a lot in his sleep.
Leave them my regret,
just like they’ve done to me
as the machine grinds slowly on
piling the white stones in neat rows.
I don’t give a fuck
how you get it done
as long as you put blood in the words
and the Doge falls to the bottom of the boat.
Silver trophy winner
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