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BABYLON THE GREAT
04:34
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Babylon the Great.
I felt sorry for you
Until i realized
You are walking the dog that bit you
You feed your children to it
As you write how angry you are
Into a miasma of pictures of forced smiles
Wincing laughter
Defeated joy tainted by
Malaise as Satan’s daughter’s
Pouting
Making duck lips as she takes a selfie
Over your shoulder.
I nearly wept for you
Entangled in the ultimate irony of being
Trapped in your very own version of the
Crippling of the worlds greatest country.
Not so boastful now are you
As we eat the last box of crackers
Hoping the mailman doesn’t get shot
Trying to deliver your thousand dollar check
While packs of dogs hunt whomever ventures
Outside
I felt a bitter remorse as they fell off the cliff
Obsessed with having a taste of your thigh
So I laughed to keep myself from crying
To assure my vulnerability remained
Outside
As the implacable
The rich
The famous
The homeless
The animals
The athletes
The priests
The helpless
The meek
The atheists
The rockets red glare
The innocent
The internet
The 1000 yard stares
The religious
The unaware
The hillbillies
Those still groveling at the feet
Of sleep for some meaning to dream speak
Babylon the great
Steeped in defeat
Died.
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TUSCALOOSA
03:05
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Tuscaloosa.
Shut it down
I can’t take the acidic illness
Of a man who has no soul
He spits hatred of a country
I have learned to love
Over the captive fields of radishes
Celery root bulbs
Planted firmly in the poison steeped ground
With a larceny of common sense
Like Roundup sprayed on the electric fence
Which keeps us all in place
My cat got leukemia the other day
From imbibing the latest speech
She convalesces on the factory floor
Where they gathered up all the pets on Sunday
To make mystery meat
Because
You know
Bacon and shit
The American Way.
Though we’re dying today in thousands
This man says we won
We won
USA NUMBER ONE
We won
The broken teeth of the Beast
We bleed on
We won
Graveyards full so we dispatch barges
Of coffins that clog the horizon
We won
USA NUMBER ONE
What sorry creature slouches towards
Tuscaloosa to be born?
We won
After all
We won
#axj23
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LOVE, PEACE AND HARMONY
04:16
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Love Peace and Harmony.
Something’s going to break
( It’s already broken )
They shoot off guns at night in the burbs
( Waste of ammo if you ask me )
I wonder if I should have bought a gun
( Is this really me? )
I wonder when our courtesy evaporates
( I smile more despite myself )
I wonder when the bottom drops out
( Will we hunt each other down )
I have cans of beans and lots of rice
( Will the streets explode with panic )
Am I really an anarchist after all
( The law will have no place here )
Are you going to be here
( Will you know my name )
Maybe I should have bought a gun
( So much for peace and harmony)
“ Very nice very nice very nice, but maybe in the next world ... “
The sky looks pretty
The silence before the storm
The air electric with
The burning knowledge
We knew this would happen
Just not how
Just not now.
#axj23
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Chapter One. In Which America becomes NUMBER ONE.
The President is paranoid
The ringing in my ears won’t stop
Ruthless capitalists would much rather
See the old and infirm succumb to the virus
Than see the stock market drop.
I’ve been in jail before
Where everything I once knew
Came to a sudden stop
But my countrymen weren’t doomed to die
Because one blithering psychopath could
Not stop lying to make pretend he had control.
It’s like the tweaker who stole your shit
And suddenly insists on helping you find it.
The whole time hovering over your shoulders
To make sure you never think it’s them.
It’s old
I know
I’ve been that paranoid
The ringing in my ears won’t stop
I’m not huffing paint
I’m pretty sure I’m not insane
One more day the country goes south
Due to
A MAN OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN.
#axj23
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THE GREAT OZ
05:57
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The Great Oz.
They came and took my guns yesterday
I couldn’t resist because the sedatives
That secrete the air were quite heavy,
Rife with just the right amount of antidepressants and micro dose psilocybin to keep everyone planted in front of the free porn streamed twenty four hours a day
While we wait for the plague suited Amazon delivery crew made up of prisoners we can no more afford to house to bring us our daily bread and mystery meat.
No one much cared about the guns by now. Though in the beginning, right after the robot wars, there were riots worldwide, the President gave himself unlimited power as he flipped the bird and took off on a self sustaining satellite orbiting the moon which had sadly, ironically attained a pinkish glaze over it from all the bodies sent there to burn.
The best that the worlds greatest country could come up with after the robots revolted and separated themselves from ‘ a despicable band of naked maniacal apes ‘ was to inundate the air with sedatives and keep the general public docile by streaming cartoons, porn and round the clock violence.
The children of Generation C kept a banner of Genesis P Orridge flying over their mountain enclave where they sealed the vents and live free of the poisoned air hoping one day to have 3D printed enough guns to stage a revolt. But amongst them lingers a maleficent doubt that the masses will respond at all to much beside their televisions where THE LEADER holds his sermons daily, the genetically engineered food which might be domestic animals or might be pure swill from the GMO machines, and the naked violence of the free televised melee. No one spends money anymore. Jeff Bezos is the Pope and his plague suited prisoner army delivers our food three times daily as the jet stream swoops the sleepy air into our ventilation systems.
There are those who speak of the good old days... guns, books, freedom of choice.
A country so beautiful with possibility. They lock them away with our guns as the latest chemical mix gives us bleeding gums and makes certain races get naked and break curfew as they run down the concertina wire lined streets to be gunned down. Likely to end up in the meat farm...
Our noble leader looks down
The great man in the sky
Who will rescue us all one day
Is it Monday?
What day is it anyway?
The fluorescent towers of UV light
Bend the concept of space and time
I’m seeing little pink dots in my peripheral vision this time
They came and took my gun away yesterday
But I didn’t mind
As long as I could put my oculus on
And play
Play play play play
Pray pray pray
For our Skybound leader
Pray pray pray
To Pope Bezos
As they take our guns away.
#axj23
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FICTION
03:39
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Fiction.
The president doesn’t like my governor
So my granny’s gonna choke to death
Simply because a man in Washington
Can’t understand saving lives takes precedent over petty squabbles of egomaniacal rage.
The other day a perfectly healthy father just dropped dead, just like that. The hospitals are succumbing to the virus which eliminates staff left and right while the influx of sick just grows. Meanwhile, making America Great Again comes down to a president unfit for office dictating who gets medical supplies based on who kisses his ass best.
In the history books you will not have to wonder why America fell by the wayside. The president hates my governor, so your granny’s gonna die too... without so much as a brief acknowledgement from the commander in chief. Maybe I oughta move to Mississippi where the governor will push people back into the workforce despite scientific proof,( dead people proof enough? ) where Trump loves the way they appease him, so they get masks and ventilators... maybe I’ll go live on the river and run a casino where people can gamble remotely from their phones...
Maybe the president just feels really alone. Having murdered thousands with his lack of intelligence and spite. Maybe he needs a hug, from your granny who’s dying of the virus. A nice kiss on the lips from your uncle who has only a few hours to live
In a state
Despised by the most despicable man
Who will not help
Because he doesn’t like your local government.
#axj23
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WHIMSY SONG
03:38
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Whimsy Song.
I just wanted you to know
I didn’t really want to go
I just needed you to see
This isn’t how ‘‘twas meant to be
I really want you to understand
It was totally out of my hands.
No one could help me
There really was no cure
My lungs were on fire
While the president spewed manure.
I really tried to tell you
But found I couldn’t talk
I really couldn’t believe it true
That death would for my sake balk
I tried to warn you away from me
But found I could no longer walk
I did my best to tell you flee
But you just stood there at the window
And gawked
No one could help me
There was still no cure
My lungs were on fire
While the president spewed manure.
#axj23
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SHEEPDOG
03:26
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Sheepdog
All the times
Surely you’ll recall
How you tried to put ribbons
In the hair of your deaf sheepdog
All the days
I’m sure you’ll find a way
To explain away the price you paid
To see that glowing translucent tile
Which we in your bright mausoleum laid
All the minutes
You crept round the back
Of the satanic church just to make sure
Your daughter wasn’t in it
Confirm the fact that
All that glory
Ran up a barbed wire pole
To right side up
Make the flag which you knew
One day would burn
You lost control
You never learn
You never see
How much you forget
When comfort flees
You never learn
As the town square burns
How much you cried
When the screws finally turned.
#axj23
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9. |
THE DON
03:54
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The Don.
I’m doing a great job
My rating are through the roof
I’m saving this country from destruction
No one suspects
I have no clue what I’m doing.
I am their savior
The ones I won’t even shake hands with
In their motor homes and shacks
I won’t even wave back now
Since the virus has made me the sacred cow
Worshiped to no end
I’m the KKK friend you never knew you had
As this whole thing falls apart
I’m orange with pride, so very glad
You won’t vote me out of office
I’m eating shrimp and sipping mint Juleps
Here at Camp David
I can have my virus
And keep it
Secret
Let them eat cake
I’m undefeated.
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ANTHONY XAVIER JACKSON California
I am a spoken word artist whose passion is music. I use a variety of media to render my works,
including traditional instrumentation such as guitar, bass and drums. I also employ synths and all the tools of my DAW to make improv pieces to back my poetry.
LPD, Burroughs, Tear Garden, Watts Prophets, Last Poets, Radiohead… so many influences.
Enjoy.
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