Abash
Abash
Abash these randy filaments of naked whores
Walking down the over crowded streets
Shoulder to shoulder hustle bustle
No one moves fast enough with
Calabash fiddlesticks stuck up the collective ass.
There's lollygagged google eyes of super stimulated tourists
Trapped by these cool conforming capitalists
Who have given in to give up
To hoard hoard hoard these beautiful cosmetic whores
Silicone and plastic adulterated elongations
In the street I saw the American Captain Cowboy
Strum struming anthems
In underpants and high-heeled boots
I thought this must be our muscle bound enraged testosterone
Bellowing at the heavens for cheers and jeers
Abash these false filaments
And conduct conducive to the
High walled highballed three martini lunchers
Loudly proclaiming patriarchal hierarchies
With power ties and blue blazers
Suited up three piecers of this upscale image consciousness
A fashion guru is a god in these white walled marble halls
Of high rise overpriced life
Penthouse pig outs
Oink oink oink
For troughs of green green slop
And dead presidents pictured in all the old glory
These must be our doll-houses and content puppets
Abash this downtown dooms town
Sleazy city sleeping in gutters
By cigarette buts and used needles
Tenements teem with peeling lead paint
People too poor to complain and move someplace else
Over there you can see a pimped pusher man
Sliding around on yellow-bellied ambitions
See, fear is a common companion in these streets
Where alley’s filth lies strewn
Like front yards for cardboard homes
Living off the uptown excess
Plastic packaged
To go
Drive through
Throw out eatery
Where a mass produced soilent
Not quite green substance is
Crammed down the over blown esophagus of bulimic indulgence
Minority just became majority
And night time is no longer safe or quiet
Anger rolls just below the surface
Ready to boil over at any moment
Create fire with the first spark
This must be our despair and fury
Abash the exploited under paid slave wave
Over worked and exhausted
Force fed unattainable visions
Of large plantation paradises
With servants of their own
They're malt liquored and mentholed
Into a street corner sub-culture
Where an abused and abandoned childhood
Cycles through addiction
From one generation to the next
Under educated escapees
Who cannot escape the coupe
Peck pecking at life like chickens
Scraping away the dirt
To find the crumbs strewn across the yard
These must be our undernourished debased arms and legs
Abash the boiling blood flowing through these streets
I stood up and marched out
My feet stomping and shaking the foundations
Of those white walled hallowed halls
See, misunderstandings are often misunderstood
And turned to angers roar
Raging wild unbridled and unbidden
The potent parade voicing volumes of injustice is
Pitted against plastic shields of established reality
While billy clubs of ignorance
Bashed bleeding bodies
Thus squelching yet another frowning funeral march
This must have been our bleeding heart