She lifted up her skirt and said swizzle stick

She lifted up her skirt and said swizzle stick




everything that once was locked outside of my heart
comes rushing back in
a tiny army of lovers
marching up to my bedroom door
they are wearing tall black army boots
and the smile that god gave them
today is for lovemaking
and tomorrow is for the devil
then we will create scandals
we will behave like true rascals
fornicating and violating the semblance of reason
I could tell that you didn't think of me as a monster
when you killed me
the holy hand resting on your knee
shinning shoes for a nickle
giving them away on the offering plate
trading your wedding ring for a player piano
feeling the roundness of the truthisms
and reading from the books fo dogma
reciting the memorized lines
looking through an alternative universe at the glass ball
pointing out the stupidity
the need to have answers is not evidence of your god
it is a fucked up quirk of the human species
the need for answers comes from our stupidity
the names we use are arbitrary
five is just a true as four
I am amazed at how naively believe in this thing called truth
I have discovered that truth is only what you believe
only you can hold the truth
if you admitted to a plurality of truths,
then your truth would cease to exist
and you think you have this existence thing all worked out
you must admit that our truth has limits
our knowledge is limited
you never imagine that you could be wrong
we have boxed ourselves in with your words of philosophy
being a member of this tragic play
there has to be contradictions
deliberate deceptions
I am qualified to be your maker
to take you out of the oven and share you with the world
you want to be certain about the weak and the strong
to be certain about your death wish
planning out how you will be laid out in the coffin
dressed in your meat hat and sunglasses
you stole god's tapestry out of the blue chapel
I watch you sing with your poor irish voice
it's a struggle between the flats and the sharps
I like you better when you bend over and show me your boobs
taking you somewhere we can party
the fishnet stockings with the line up the back
and the orange outlines on your devil star
I am wrong and you are so god damned right
this is my justification for wanting more
pretending to be a feeling human being
you are just another meat eater pretending to be a flower
not understanding the concepts of life nor death
once the center of your own universe
your time is running out
sneaking up behind the free spirit
and bashing ot over the head
showing that brutal power wins over any ideology
you can believe anything if you have the power to enslave others
they are rotting fast in their sleep
accepting gifts from strangers
smoking our reefer on the coke machine
she asked what we were on
there is no one I can talk to
there is no one to hear it
no one can understand
they don't want to know about your private pain
they fall away from you
they get a lot of love
come close to me
obsessed with conspiracy
this guilt we throw on the shoulders of others
they have learned to breathe in the apathy
it permeates their lungs
and they crawl into a hole and die
I could always look my angels in the eyes
standing ten fight tall
with weapons of war
we are playing with the last days