my mental style is hippety hoppety
im probably engaging in prophecy
this is not lost on me
fascists and reactionaries wanna topple me
like a statue of lenin cuz i want to abolish property
and decadent profligacy
resolve alienation from industrial monotony
and put an end to the mental and spiritual lobotomy
optionally save the world if we can meet that stretch goal
and dialectically resolve all the suffering enfolded
this text should be underlined and bolded
underlying all the untruths and lies that they told us
my heart brain and body is the only holy thing i’m holding
so as the unnamed aeon initiates and unfolds
accelerating the equation passed down from on old
like a lyrical alchemist turning base metal to gold
before being chopped up carted off and sold
and this resolves to lyrical agility
fragile havoc wreaked to the best of my abilities
i hope i encode it correct in my delivery
i think i fucked it up oh well whatever silly me
resume progress on the next sequence
skipping school as a juvenile delinquent
partying with the homies in the woods we all would frequent
and composing mystical magick with poems of open secrets
and this is mad artillery
fired from an enclosure suffused with disability
return to the higher form we took originally
mentality revolutionarily and criminally
sipping another can of tall beer
in these days and ages where we all see and don’t hear
heading down a path clearly labeled steer clear
with the words of the cultists echoing in our ears
we have no option but to break free from it
ad astra per the dictates of a streaking comet
influenced by the poisonous intoxicants and vomit
but history advances deterministically they can’t stop it