Thank
you Lord for the Flowers
(an ode to the eighties)
one
down two to go
they say here in America
this
morning's anxieties are the standard fare
nobody's calm out there 'cept the
Valium kid
and Megaboss lounging on his pussyskin couch
with the bourbon
belly blues
no thought of Chernobyl
the ill wind the slow obliteration down
the drain
and I might never see your face again
slow obliteration now inevitable
though
billed second feature to the final jerk-off
your arma Armageddon death's
always had the upper hand even before Auschwitz
but seldom has leisure been
so harried
art that was Sophocles art that was Shakespeare
now it's Sly
Stallone rehearsing the final jerk-off the
traffic cops are trampling the lawns of sweet desire
in this century as in
the last the kick-ass boys are boss
and piety sobriety is just another jerk-off
under the juggernauts
it doesn't feed babies and we're just picking at the
bone of all that promise remember
we thought love might endure
before Playboy drowned it in a sea of tit -
picking
at the bone of desire - cankered prick -
to clear the way for tomorrow's big
parade
Star wars promises a bigger bang
everybody gets a condominium
everybody
who is anybody who isn't in the street
along with indifference anxiety
has gnawed at my stomach so long
I just don't care any more
I haven't the
strength left for protest
that's last year's song blowing in the wind
the
acid rain the cedars gone
and I might never see your face again
slow death
slow down
come and sit here beside me
and watch the final jerk-off I
must confess I believe in miracles
how else could we have come this far
two
down one to go
hot house ozone winter effect
oil running out or spilling
about
whales dying in the acid acid acid rain
dioxin food chain three mile
Chernobyl
the more's the
merrier they say
when three is not a crowd
more love more food more time
more peace
more motor car The Chrysler The Ford
and The Holy General God
bless America I see
what?
I
said I see that poetry is just another jerk-off
another peek in the narcissistic
mirror
priapus
come again
I said acid acid acid rain
acid delusions
wanking away
our one last chance to seize the times
seize the minds of
one little generation gap
lost the time for one little positive push
one
more try to be the good guys hey,
excuse me!
get off my fucking waterbed man!
these assholes think the world
still owes them a living
the mortgage is due in Buenos Aires Johannesburg and
Main Street
pay up punk! three
up three down cash in your chips
Ronnie Raygun has gone and hit the button
life's
a bad dream
wake up in birdland
flash burning flesh pain despair game over. will
eternity trickle on in a lifeless world? bang
big fucking bang!
flash! finito end of story.
(sighs) thank
you Lord for the flowers
nice touch that
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