Bash

Bash the skull in
With the pages of perversion
Of twisted demoralization
And cold molestations
Upon your sons, daughters
NEW MISTRESS, Sirs
Call to the whorehouse
Upon liar's abyss

And, please, for once
Just let the words flow

Such a cold, dreaded day
Of desolate delusions
Coal trauma confusions
Demons walking amongst honest men
Who won't upon their mouths
To silence the fear

COLD DEMORALIZATION
I've said it before
Say again
Let the broken words be spoken
For the wise are dead and idiocy amok
Like you and I, both lost in the wind
The broken mirror trying to defend
Against the truest reflection
DELUDED
By the blunt answers of fluent murderers

Walking in our society of freaks and frictions
Fictions in novels of realism more believable
Than the super-surreal
World we've drawn
With pen and pencil blue eyes
Blonde hair and red bands

And, please, let your children
Fight their own battles to die