With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin
Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me
And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song
Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with
Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within
And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song
~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20
Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20
David Redpath 
David Bowie
with one shoe
sleeping under his bed
his blanket crafted sex hair
pillow crusty with Elvis slobbers
“Look up here, I’m in heaven”
Bowie with his female hole
his baby pink vulva
listen closely
it hums
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“Look up here, I’m in heaven”
Daddy Cakes was not at the passing
the Blessed Wife endured the splinters
David Bowie was pried open
observed and analyzed
on the evening news
his externals
on display
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“Take me into the light.” ~ Lou Reed
past a labyrinth of sorcery
David Bowie
made his heavenly debut
through a back door entrance
those Pearly Gates
shining brightly
were just too straight
and religious
even for the Major Tom
of junkie repentance
memories of a Blackstar spent
sent from ashes to eternity
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The Kinks —a sort of muffled sound out of a cheap radio
what floundering around
searching for reasons for our unhappiness
the things we prefer before God
ass cheeks
(+) explicit desires for ass cheeks
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canter about
gallop through underbrush
your dick in your hand weeping
masturbation in the future (as illusory as the past)
trick your nuts to drop a load
inform your wife
that the bank
has closed
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we are all to reside hereafter
tee shirt and short pants
red ants angry
solitary thoughts
Satan entertaining
serving the greater purpose
Liberace with colorful lipstick
(+) sniff before you kiss (+)
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TISM
This Is Serious … Mum
tee shirts wet 💦👕
jiggling in a competition
fire ants 🐜
crossing the border
in Bermuda shorts
predators of temptation
my package
once a mighty mountain🏔️
now bitten and swollen
the crutch of the matter
too much medication 🚫
drying up the fountain ⛲
and holding up the process
within the short pants of despair
a piñata explosion 💥
Linda is doing her best
but does Lolita even care?
Doctor Quick Fix 💉
he keeps saying
let nature take it’s course
yet he’s got me
all dozed 😎💤
and doped up 💊
like a tranquilized horse 🐴
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intrusive
and violating
dark shadows nervous
the bride anticipates torment
textbook terror, honeymoon penetration
no words will placate the tormentor
the door prize never made visible
now, the flaps wide open
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the off-ramps of romance
(+) sniff before you kiss (+)
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within the short pants of despair
a pinata explosion
snap your fingers
snap your fingers
pox be gone
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it may be small
it ain’t the black death
but it still packs
one living hell
of a big pox punch
for three weeks
and an endless month
like ebola of the sac
balls and all
under attack
but things are finally
getting back on track
at long last
It’s been way too soft
in the recent past
time to harden up
and head on out
for a decent blast
with the Jolly Roger 🏴☠️
flying up the mast
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paying the wife for sex
a great success
she falls asleep
the canal
shortens
tightens up
physical exertion
measured in hours
the number of bandages
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paying the wife for sex
makes her an object
frees me
from being a beggar
from bedroom hunger
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freeing the wife with sex
the objective
for the purest of motive
to violate her innocence
by any and all means
carnal and ravenous
with a phallus rapacious
yet her incorruptible essence
has thus far
proven impervious
however
she mysteriously remains
my bemused accomplice
in all things devious and salacious
aboard the Lolita Express
where everyone is convinced
Brian Epstein Didn’t Kill Himself
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late at night
people pose for the porch camera
often sexual/gender orientation is in conflict
raw guilt for not living up to others’ expectations
terrified of blurring boundaries, frisky wild creatures
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I have concluded that Lolita
is a narcissistic psychopath
she just attempted (after a period
of medically imposed abstinence)
to shag me to death
using every device
on her bedroom shelf
it’s really not her fault
a genetic predisposition
she’s inherited from Viking Mother
I could try to modify her behaviour
but first one needs to care
since being a proud Redpath
I too am a narcissistic psychopath
and to be quite frank . . .
I don’t think the effort is worth it
I’m sure one day she’ll make
a truly successful mariticidal wife
with a clitoris as ferocious as hers
there’ll be no need of a gun or knife
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my wife was raised in a puritan household
she was forced to retire at 7pm daily
she never went on a single date
she had no outside friends
secretly, she loved 007
James Bond
she owned a horse
and spent her free time
caught up in the horse world
for a short time, she was beautiful
beauty unknown in our troubled times
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I paid Karma forward
rewarded with my wife
happy pebbles
in a warm stream
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having spent my childhood
being punished
for things not yet done
I met my fate backwards
as Karma slowly vanished
under an alien sun
after an extensive postmortem
and an expensive resurrection
I’m out for a bit of fun
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my wife and I escape to read literature
good or bad, it is who/what we are
deep inside swirling, dappled
not to be trusted
operating a motorcar
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grade school with a noir-like drive for revenge
school work, constant intrusions
the need for sexual contact
gut-wrenching sodomy
genital floggings
suitcases
of promises
what has been taken
will be restored 100%
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growing up in a household cannon
ready to be shot out at any moment
each family member with suitcase packed
FAMILY patently artificial
dead space separated
masochistic delight
waiting to take
a shit
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I should have stayed on Long Island
with my counterfeit mother
a Dave & Buster’s waitress
who loved me regardless
of being delivered
by FedEx
to the wrong address
(her cover story …
that I was her “precious keepsake”
after one night with Timothy Leary)
I should never have left Long Island
and the one who loved me best
a psychotic fantasist
who would mix my drinks
every morning for breakfast
and would give me
extra pocket money
for a fix
and a bit of rough sex
(call it counterfeit incest
. . . if you insist)
I should never have left Long Island
but I had to find out for myself
what happens beyond
an all American viper’s nest
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sins of the father/aberrant behavior
expressionistically distorted
mother looks away
vaginal wrestling
after supper
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novel after novel
what should one do next
only lazy people watch movies
hesitate and normal life will corner you
family once riveted will snap apart and vanish
the gap between promise and fulfillment
the fear that the dead are watching
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she opened her legs
by the light of exploding fireworks
one could see the lips kissing themselves
an area soaked in loneliness and sorrow
the playground of desperadoes
men who needed to expedite
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I have finally come
to the inescapable conclusion
that fat is where it’s at
skinny means poverty
and a lack of nutrition
give me a big mother lovin’
generous portion
way down in the land if plenty
where fat is a heavenly blessing
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tongue titty
and then I had to go home
I was a bad boy but had I been a female
tongue titty might still be going on
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had I been born a female
with no bone to drive home
and a kinder gentler nature
perhaps a strap-on
would be my best option
when your genitalia
is all inside out 🔄
becoming a lesbian 🤔🕶️
with a bit of scissor action✂️
maybe worth giving a shot? 💦
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countless miracles following the invocation of the Sexual Hand
———–the Holy Thumb———–
being a naughty digit
births vulgar blooms
roses with lips
and a clitoris
(setting church masturbation in accordance)
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Sissy Spacek has grown old
at that award show, her seams were brown
from the hands that have touched her, rubbed her
please Sissy, step out of the screen and say my name
hiss away the make-believe characters, circle me tight
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driving in the great state of Utah
all that history dead in the furrows
tall-short people dust without graves
I SAW JESUS SLEEPING
physical life and spiritual life
I found myself transformed
re-entry with limited
need to stand
or walk
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wearing Judeo-Christian concrete boots
I was late
Android Love bestowing infinite bliss
was yesterday
down the highway
nothing but smiles
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say what you want
think what you want
MultipleMichael
a crippled lamb limping along
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young people are constantly realigning reality
poets are forced to be error actualized
to take notice/to make voice
to labor the unliving
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a simple poet
with a bio-chemical clock
Cain with a weapon on the attack
knee down to the mystery of suffering
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Once upon a time
torn from a dream
both bitter and sweet
heroin was the art form
blood the medium
and crime the fashion
as I would roam the streets
of Placebo Town
with the dealers
and the hookers
brothers and lovers
floating downstream
to a back door exit
the indolent rich
and spiritually anxious
in their luxury apartments
cashed up and impatient
awaiting the next visit
from a pocket full
of dangerous chances
the desperately homeless
asleep on park benches
after hitting up heroin
in the filthy toilets
of fast food restaurants
but now I’ve found
life’s heavenly riches
in the person of Christ Jesus
and a wife who abounds
with gracious abundance
once upon a time
I was torn from a dream
to be born again
into a reality sublime
providence
or the result of good choices
after a pocket full
of dangerous chances?
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constantly sinking down
below innocent suffering
bad hand angry at the other
———–0———–
blowing out the birthday candles
silent about the discomfort
the endoskeleton expands
the exoskeleton doesn’t
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the exoskeleton of Jesus
they peeled off
and sold
—————————————-not many speak of such things
there is no end justification
for what was done
in the name
of art
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pretty pictures:
perception of beauty
—————sorrow aroused
perception of pleasure
—————sorrow aroused
the torturers of Jesus
polish selfishness
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lovers talking
all poetic
of love in the making
poets writing
of making love
both carnal and spiritual
the deepest yearnings
given expression
the joy of finding
true love everlasting
made substantial
with a celestial blessing
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only you can pick yourself up
television commercials promise
some will be saved and some will not
———–0———-
men with counterfeit tits
desperately wanting
to nurse infants
———–0———–
Robert Frost with his counterfeit tits
his insights leaking in classrooms
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men who babysit sheep
would you kiss one ?
lips from a crypt 2000 years old
would you savor their taste ?
trampoline loins
told not to watch Him make seed
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Women
from fertile
to barren
their eggs
all numbered
Men
their proud parts
too soon departed
their seed all depleted
Love once made
fading like grass
into the past
or growning stronger
in wisdom
with a passion
that will ever last
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modern sailors with dicks
anticipatory
———————–first viewing
virtually weightless
slumbering
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the libido fields around Placebo
furrows where the poor sleep
cool in the summer
warm all winter
————————————from ego to true self
the Dollar Store with its bubblegum
Christians trying to chew themselves
into a corporate body
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Placebo Town
things lost
and things found
in the side streets
where the beggars beg
amid the surplus of waste
costing an arm and a leg
tawdry tattoos
approved
by the ink temple gurus
of questionable taste
not far removed
the meek bleeting
a simple chorus
from a distant past
the choir led
by wolves in sheep’s clothing
with wily Odysseus
tied to the mast
will curiosity be his undoing?
“So . . . if the Son
sets you free,
you will be free indeed.”
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Placebo Town
things lost
and things found
in the side streets
where the beggars beg
amid the surplus of waste
costing an arm and a leg
tawdry tattoos
of questionable taste
inked by stone temple gurus
for the imbecilic
and vainglorious
the meek bleeting
a simple chorus
from a distant past
the choir led
by wolves in sheep’s clothing
with wily Odysseus
tied to the mast
of a magic ship swirling
“So . . . if the Son
sets you free,
you will be free indeed.”
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people seem superimposed
pets no longer eat or poop
religious insight through AI
helium-filled porno stars
nuts that drag the floor
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Satan smiles when you boast of your employment
The Rear Guard
spoon in hand
furrows
(for the less fortunate)
(the weak of heart)
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vending machines: Placebo City
COINS, a few coins and you can relive a portion
of your former life
(think about it)
cemetery choir, “you’re dead, don’t you know it”
I thought of John Lennon
Boy, he was dead
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this evening
I went back to work
I prefer being in the office
late at night
when the meek
are fast asleep
I come up with my best ideas
as the city lights up
and the prowling beast
is let loose
‘Project: The Quick Or The Swift’
was cancelled by the customer
just at the last minute
it was decided that blood
on the Sydney Opera House floor
would not be a good look
for promoting tourism Down Under
I thought the campaign
would be a hit 🎯
our music department even had
the soundtrack all worked out
to the tune of “That’s Life’
🎵 “Taylor’s riding high in April
. . . shot down in May.” 🎶
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——————-a dream——————-
Robert Frost was tossing people off a bridge
and watching them drown
saving them from reliving
a bottom realm life
——————-a fake world——————-
Robert Frost handing out spoons
a small act on our part
endless furrows
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the possibility exists
a new face, a new heart
unpremeditated, spontaneous
—————-rats, I am not a detached observer
I am a participant
(+) I recall the price of hands (with thumbs)
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taking back control
got my hands
on the steering wheel
I’m doing the driving
with Lolita
on the way to school
she’s clocked up over 200 hours
and that’s enough
I told her
she’s been way too hard
on the brakes
she just laughed . . .
“You mean your hard needs a break.”
so back in the passenger seat
Lolita hitches up her school dress
and starts playing with herself
slow and deep
like the loving caress
of a Norse goddess
Lolita of Valhalla
riding naked on horseback
or the self-satisfied touch
of a proud exhibitionist
either way
it was interesting to watch
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talking to voices that live behind the walls
those that block out the sun
the big shots/the tiny tots
tying knots and reaching
for watercolors
in the sky
mystery writers that live behind the walls
they look forward but function in reverse
white apes with claw-like hands
no restoration/no thumbs
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in Placebo Town
where warfare
is the name of the game
beware if ever
you get to wear
a golden crown
be prepared
to be overthrown
in a frenzy
of jealous envy
as some will lift you up
so the rest
can put you down
best friends and worst enemies
it’s all one and the same
my only crime
being far too wild
in a realm of the lame
and the tame
where true valour
loyalty
and honour
have all but died
only to be replaced
by eternal shame
but finally
at long last
my just vengeance
is fully satisfied
those who arranged my demise
all dispatched to an early grave
having died in great pain
the slowest I could arrange
their few remaining accomplices
now half-dead
friendless
and covered in mange
like walking corpses
one has even chosen
to have himself frozen
in the vain hope
of escaping my revenge
sadly for him
his carcass is now melting
under an alien sun
hotter than hell
and hidden from heaven
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Robert Frost made mention today
that he had the divine spark
in flashlight form
his denial that humans
are the children
of the true God
we are from the creation of Noah
the sum total of the Ark
he so loved the world
that he swallowed it
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so close to the flames that at any moment we may ignite
————————————————————————————-
talk at the pool hall
children of Noah are less and less
yet, dream of a lottery to win back Eden
(the shimmer of tomorrow, a glorious palette)
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“Don’t forget, everybody must give
something back for something they get.”
the euphoric artist
ecstatically diving
into his shimmering palette
the tortured artist
agonising over a broken brush
reminding him
of his eventual date with death
Vincent
was one and the same
living up
and drinking down
the richness of creation
all in a headlong rush
to that certain terminus
of the eternal hush
whilst serving time
for listening to the alarm
in this crying game
better to leave this world
stronger and wiser
than when you first came
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today, the Republicans have finished erasing Beatle lyrics
sacred words and Yellow Submarine words no more
Ringo, George, John, and Paul are silent
their history, just a pile of rubbish
(The Beatles were more than disobedient, they were evil)
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I blame the LSD
Hallucinogenics and Republicans
. . . it’s not a good combination 😂🕶️
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expensive medication for “things seldom what they seem”
not a disease but a condition
warning: deliberate deception
messages smuggled out
are full of hope
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Placebo Town is a war zone
some would say it is a place
beyond the reach of salvation
as it has it’s own placebo religion
not since
the days of Sodom
Gomorrah or Nineveh
has a town sunken so far
like Atlantis into the ocean
and possibly lower
not even that whale
after swallowing Jonah
would go anywhere near
a sinking Placebo Town
except only to vomit
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Bruce Springsteen has no strings on his guitar
no blood tubes in his dong
he is recirculating
no one knows
——HOW
Bruce Springsteen is so old
that he can no longer
be thought of as an
——INDIVIDUAL
we live in a delusionary world that appears contemporary
my religion sacrifices its most loved
it asks me to sacrifice myself
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somewhere in Kentucky
students claim that a female resides
inside the male known for his imminent return
the world, a heap of parts, a tree of living knowledge
THINGS ARE SELDOM WHAT THEY SEEM
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WE ARE THE BAD MEN
The very best advertising agencies
of Placebo Town can all be found
down Badminton Avenue
I am the founder and CEO of
the Money For Nothing 🤑 agency
Our proud public slogan . . .
“We Can Sell Snow To An Eskimo.”
but our in-house motto is . . .
“We Can Sell Hot Cum To A Cold Nun.”
And it’s true!
I personally convinced Sister Benito
that you never know
if you’ll be wanting some blow 💦
as you get down on your knees 🙏
Even Sister Vincenzo
the Mother Superior
of the Placebo Town diocese
has become a regular customer 😎👍
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If something is free
you are the product
If you’ve ever used Reddit
best try to delete it
that’s why I pay for my
WordPress site
. . . but then
I couldn’t give an AI shit
Reddit’s big payday
will be teaching AI
to speak and think
using every human
word … and thought 💭
ever written on it 🤖
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ATTENTION: man who has misstepped
Placebo is the exact center
where God safeguards
your Holy nest
—————–at death, you must atone yourself
nothing Readers Digest or Dollar Store can atone you
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Placebo Town
is the Capital City
of Dam Nation
an ancient anvil sits
in the throne room
of Placebo Town
when struck it makes
an earth shaking sound
yet the citizens
of Placebo Town
just don’t know
whether that anvil
even exists
having never seen
the hammer blow
this side of the exit
as the throne room
of Placebo Town
is rarely ever found
being hidden
from the eyes of men
in the forbidden zone
where it is written
NO SALVATION
WITHOUT DAMNATION
the same words
silently spoken
over every man’s tomb
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after Adam died
Eve inscribed
“NO SALVATION WITHOUT SUFFERING”
on each of his ribs, this pleased you know who
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Death: The Long Dark Night
Jesus donated his physical body
you must do likewise, atone yourself
wave goodbye to fear and rejoice
you can attain what He attained
welcome Baby Bird
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the library full of information-rich girls
they sweep the floor
steal and curse
change the bulbs
exhaust the vending machine
I knew the answer so I didn’t have to ask
—————————–
—————————–
suck their fingers/take turns
sweat and grime
——————————
——————————
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I know from bitter experience
it’s best not to request
the use of the Head Librarian’s
back entrance
my advice is
don’t even ask
as she barely tolerates
the mere presence of a penis
but she does like a little research
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I offered Lolita $100
to put on a bit of weight
grow back her pubic hair
and dye it a candy pink
she thought it
a sweet deal
agreeing straight away
I’ve never given
her money before
not wanting her to feel
like a cheap whore
but as they say
if the cap fits … wear it
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mummy secure in the bed
the huge surging-forward
people fall and break
in Africa less fortunate creatures
with no need for socks
flavor the dust
(( IMAGE ON CALENDAR: CRIPPLED LAMB LIMPING ALONG ))
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mummy secure
in the strong arms
of pharmaceuticals
the brand that sedates
baby in the cradle
the firm that predates
Cain and Abel
rocks the stock market
like a modern day
tower of Babel
feeding the world
with the crumbs
from it’s table
the China Man now out
for all he can take
the African
under the curse
of an Arabian fable
(that same fable
of Ishmael
now weaponised
against Israel)
is getting the least
but ammunition enough
to kill and disable
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