| fly-by-nite lighthouse |
| You scorched our caffeinated souls With your bulwark, groove shop rock-n-roll your hang on it’s a just cause steal the show your walk tall its all vindicated but brrr- its cold! Mood vibrant like a train wreck brandished bold your hubcap malediction validated-on-the-go. Bowing down to rub a Buddha slathered in gold weird attraction to tension- jonesing on-the-dole of bloody bull-market hypocrites- shaken-stirred-sold! Black helicopter radiance you burned in rows your heart-attack ventricle is expounding to explode a cardiac benediction avarice you extol it takes an axe to chop the friction but it doesn’t take a poll. Karma has a wicked half-life- time to pay your toll fire simmers up the grassroots back we grow like a scab that keeps getting rubbed over- hard to kill when we take hold- a bootstrap citizen judiciary truth will uphold. |
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| ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004 |
| caffeinated souls |
| Hell to the chief! I wrote this at about 3:30 am in the icy fingers of a fitful sleep. It is obvious that it is written to BushCheney and our Current Administration but you can insert whatever egomaniac you want as the subject (self included) and it works quite nicely. Damn that karma... it just keeps on comin'! |
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