Crack your swords together
and bang these sticks to mud
the savior makes his speeches
covered in television blood.

They stretch the film out farther
with gray suits now turned to blue
a sea of almost explicit content
red-tape masked by a new hue.

When riots fill your stomach
and tipping buses don't kill the itch
we can fight the bastards with tape boys
with mascara and pushed up tits.

A news reporter makes me dizzy
another glance and I'll retire
for what she says is less important
than the lips that I desire.

Spill these words and sudden flashes
into the belly of the bitch
the eternal cock-block that is this channel
is worse than pep-rally sugared clits.

08/22/2011