'United State of All-American Madness'
United State of All-American Madness
Fine young cannibal his knife flawless
Parasitic disease working double time
Dreams of killing every last the swine
Arsenic scarred rage beating deep inside
Small town boy a sharp murdering kind
Buzzing his mind compulsions of hunger
Branded with ideas, nothing but a number
Force of a voice controlling both left & right
Scorching in his anger fists clenched white
Chained to the symphony blaring his head
Fixated on the garnet his dear mother bled
Screams to silence the pounding hammer
Homicidal madman fifteen minutes of glamor
Bleached coats stammering on every word
Oh mommy now cry out to your holy lord
Crashing earth downpours of sheer panic
Trapped in an electrical storm now catatonic
Windows boarded up playtime is finally over
Insanity won the battle he's lost in the clover
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
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