how much an idiot speaks
in bully pullpit
shite! how bloody dull
call me a Christian, deformed
recently, for weeks
each time that I spit
tell me never to listen
in one ear, reformed
not unlike the Pope
tell me not to watch the news
at loose ends, my rope
likes to sing the blues
kiss me goodbye, I glisten
since she glisters, gold
bull on the brain, down
underneath the Cretan drain
like Minos, so bold
like The Starry Night
how art and politics drown
oh, stillborn again
woe be twenty-four
manly political might
until I can't stop
can't stop laughing, Muse
how much bull until I pop
abuse me and lose
now I know the score
ignorance is bliss, they quote
don't read the next line
is folly wisdom
on frail geezers must I dote
the antidote, please
sleep along the spine
park bench, a homeless kingdom
each night on the train
and bless you, I sneeze
kiss the Minotaur goodbye
suck ass, bloody stooge
in deep shit, I spy
nothing, two men in a luge
born undead again
under the pullpit
like The Zombie Presidents
like van Gogh could paint
yes, Pasiphaë bit
pomegranate seeds for juice
until I make sense
like I am but ain't
like The Central Park Five jive
place an ad, no truce
in wars with Athens
the need for revenge, priceless
sold out, shit happens
how they're still alive
if I should talk trash
take me for an idiot
each January
help me out with cash
oh, I don't ever dare ask
when I need the shit
begs me, the fairy
like On Cloud Scheiße, wears boots
object: a new task
order government
decisions for the people
yet, while money spent
dictates for sheeple
until Nugent finds her roots
lift the wedding veil
let truth again fail
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