Humanity in hyper-pain
Still walks the dead-walk
In the rain

Bone is honed alone with sins
By shadow shifting mandolins
Who toss out thoughts of ghost and fodder
Just to gather thoughts much broader
To include the peasant plodder

All broader thoughts will tease and toss
As fast-foot walkers walk across
The weedless war-game parking lot
Where wars are never ever fought
But time will still keep stealing tips
For Tiki Tea in tiny bits
While slowly sniffing bawdy-batches
Of your black and blacker thatches
Found around your latchless latches

A Harlem pause for every cause
A bare-boned baby's body flaws
A panty-patch that matches thatch
A perfect place to hide your snatch

Finder of the secret binder
Is a bloody-bold reminder
Fly too high or even higher
Don't get stuck in muck and mire

Tone deaf paper tapestries
Trappist wrapped iniquities
The priests that preach mythologies
Are simple singularities

No one runs away from runnin'
No one cums and cums while cumin'
No one sees the semen slowin'
No one sees the semen glowin'
No one sees the overflowin'
Takin' place inside the Ovum

~~~~Tossed away
~~~~Upon the wind
~~~~Collective thoughts
~~~~Become a whim
~~~~As white becomes
~~~~The brightest sin

Bleached-bone is honed-bone
Marrow stripped to win bone
Thin skin stretched to tight bone
White in flight to fight bone

Bone is honed too marrow thin
As skin is stretched too tight to win
Leaving life too white on white
Reflects the manor-born tonight

The siren song is singing long
You can't escape a life gone wrong
The garbage bursts through bins by noon
While feeble-minded fakirs swoon
As crack-head harlots dive for food
Inside the bins where rats are rude
And fight for every single scrap
While crawling 'cross some junkies lap

Bleached bone is honed
Too thin to win
While skin is stretched
Too white to sin.

Twin viscous eyes are glaring up
At hobo Joe's last loaded cup
While frantic city-father's scream
"This fucking shit must be a dream"

The great academies of truth
Are growing longer in the tooth
No ivy left in sacred halls
No ears to hear frenetic calls
As coeds lost in limbo light
Seek private joy throughout the night
They stroke the nub of pleasure's truth
And revel in their tender youth

Society is strange in change my friend
Priorities flipped over end to end
We can adjust if we begin to bend
A little bit will send us off to mend

The simple-minded
Own the store
And pimp the birth-right
Of the poor

Bleached bone is honed
Too marrow thin to win
White skin is stretched
Too tightly white to fight

If you love it you may leave it
Though waitin' in the wondrous wood
Can benefit a better fit
Or so I always understood
While in this pit of witless wit

Life's gravity exerts great force
Upon the poor, it's true, of course,
And makes the wretched people sick
As Mammon plays a dirty trick

America, America,
God shed His grace on thee
But tossed thy soul to poverty
And stole away thy dignity

Bleached bone is honed
Too marrow thin to win
White skin is stretched
Too tightly white to fight

Empty gutter eyes are glaring up
The hobo lost his holy cup
And frantic city fathers scream:
"This has to be a fucking dream!"

Great academies of truth
Are growing longer in the tooth
No Ivy left to hang on walls
By those who stroll the sacred halls

Society has truly changed
Priorities are rearranged
The simple-minded own the store
And pimp the birthright of the poor

Bleached bone is honed too thin to win
White skin is bruised from hate within
As life is left too white on white tonight
Reflecting high-brow manor-born delight

The empty gutter eyes keep glaring blind
As creatures on the street begin to find
No attributes in harried human kind
That scurry past the sorry girth and grind
As all the city fathers stand to scream:
"We're living in a crazy fucking dream."

To love it is to leave it now
Or that's the mantra anyhow
Escape from inner-city blight
'Cause there's no inner-city light

While gravity exerts a force
Upon the poor, it's true, of course,
And makes the wretched people sick
As Mammon plays another dirty trick

America, America,
God shed His grace on thee
But left our ass without a pass
Inflicting pain on you and me

Bleached bone is honed too thin to win
White skin is stretched too tight to fight
And every beggar on the street
Will die alone at Mammon's feet