I’m gonna write u poem bird. At your cafe1919. language of the birds…if u r sick u come there. 19 years of painful masturbation studying naturopathic medicine. U want the stars cured and I want my friends/family cured. The healthy stars are fake friends. Psalm 73 healthy and sleek rich people. Mother Mary is sucking on that dark cigarette nipple. Thinks she’s come a long way baby. U gotta stop her madness with her torch of freedom.
Paul Bernardo, Anders Breivik, Timothy Mcveigh were Brothers
All three were brothers of certain degree
different from you and me
what they did not to sweet
from al gore’s global warming they felt the heat
i’m glad i’m not a brother
though they ask me to be
everything secret will see the light of day
only the obstacle of time blocks the way
i don’t care for your illuminated elite
your Satanic ass is gonna feel jew kick’s feet
yes, the bitch is back taking names the virgin mother
one at a time straight from the top
starting with dr. rockefeller’s faulty propeller
yes it’s true
she tells the CIA what to do
the good shepered, heath ledger and the four feathers
your medicine makes us sick
snake oil from Wild Bill the hick
Happy birthday old man it was a great 99
We know your family is slime
Larry Appleton and Balki think you should stop
before islamic jihad and the order of cops
Seeing your son fall from the sky makes me smile
Too bad he wasn’t an only Rockerchild
13 families that won’t stay united
now only two remain to fight for it
Give us free energy mr. burns
or alex and his droog will take turns
tolchocking you down
while you sing the song of your fathers with a frown
Do you really think your inbred kids could run a world government?
Only NWO Leader has the temperment
Woody Harrelson – Thoughts From Within, a Truther Poem on Society (Video)
I sometimes feel like an alien creature
for which there is no earthly explanation
Sure I have human form
walking erect and opposing digits,
but my mind is upside down.
I feel like a run-on sentence
in a punctuation crazy world.
and I see the world around me
like a mad collective dream.
An endless stream of people
move like ants from the freeway
cell phones, pc’s, and digital displays
“In Money We Trust,”
we’ll find happiness
the prevailing attitude;
like a genetically modified irradiated Big Mac
is somehow symbolic of food.
Morality is legislated
prisons over-populated
religion is incorporated
the profit-motive has permeated all activity
we pay our government to let us park on the street
And war is the biggest money-maker of all
we all know missile envy only comes from being small.
Politicians and prostitutes
are comfortable together
I wonder if they talk about the strange change in the weather.
This government was founded by, of, and for the people
but everybody feels it
like a giant open sore
they don’t represent us anymore
And blaming the President for the country’s woes
is like yelling at a puppet
for the way it sings
Who’s the man behind the curtain pulling the strings?
A billion people sitting watching their TV
in the room that they call living
but as for me
I see living as loving
and since there is no loving room
I sit on the grass under a tree
dreaming of the way things used to be
Pre-Industrial Revolution
which of course is before the rivers and oceans, and skies were polluted
before Parkinson’s, and mad cows
and all the convoluted cacophony of bad ideas
like skyscrapers, and tree paper, and earth rapers
like Monsanto and Dupont had their way
as they continue to today.
This was Pre-us
back when the buffalo roamed
and the Indian’s home
was the forest, and God was nature
and heaven was here and now
Can you imagine clean water, food, and air
living in community with animals and people who care?
Do you dare to feel responsible for every dollar you lay down
are you going to make the rich man richer
or are you going to stand your ground
You say you want a revolution
a communal evolution
to be a part of the solution
maybe I’ll be seeing you around.
~ Woody Harrelson