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| One Night in Bombay One night In Bombay, India I walked into a bar 20 drinks too sober On the wrong end Of a Friday night booze run On the bad side Of the Moon Over by where the Martians Sat drinking their Martian whisky Ogling the maidens from Venus Learing at the earth women Who were walking by Wearing skin tight pants Made their eyeballs hurt I gave into the spirit Went over to the Martian dudes And got drunk on the Martian madness Smoking some good old Mars dust And flew off to the planet Jupiter Just to have me some fun With a lady Said she was from Saturn I did not know She was from the planet Pluto Until I woke up The next day Naked, under the alien Sun In Jail On the Planet Alpa Centura Light years from home A million miles away A thousand years in the future And I had no money No honey And no way home Still 20 drinks too sober So I sat down In that jail And started drinking away my time And so one day I woke up And found myself Back in that evil bar Back in Bombay Over by the Martian whorehouse Down by the Gate of India And I walked up to the Venus babe And said, man that was some bad shit Let's do it again some day She smiled and I had my way Knew the day would come again When I would be drinking with the Martians And something wicked my way would come Just another night Of wicked fun On the wrong side of the Moon On the right night In the mean streets of Bombay SNARLING, SASSY, SNARKY, SMARMY, SARCASTIC COFFEE THOUGHTS I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee I pound down the coffee First thing I do every day as the dawning sun light Lights up my lonesome room Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but God damn coffee I mean, - we are talking about a snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, silly, stupid, sadistic, sad, happy, euphoric, high as a kite, sarcastic, satanic, divine, sexy, sweat as honey, growling, gnarly, Cowabunga, mean old rotten, angry, vengeful, jealous, smelly, malodorous, wicked, nasty, bitchy, rich, expensive, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, kiss ass, evil, nuclear, narcotic, alcoholic, hot as hell yet strangely sweat as heaven, lovely, delicious, bitter, smooth, silky, hard as ice, divinely inspired, jazzy, hip happy, rapping, rhyming, beats breaking, rock and roll up the Yazoo, bombs away, all speed ahead, spendific, speeding, beatnik, hippie, pontific, politically aware, communistic and capitalistic, bluesy, soulful, God in the cup, Jesus, Allah and Mohamed, Buddhist, Hindu, Christian, Taoist, Zoroastrian, Sai Babai, Ganesh, Rama, Shiva, Kali, Durga, Cthulhu, trouble with a capital T, right here, right now in River city, devilishly angelic, crazy assed, wild, erotic vision inducing, pornographic, graphic, insane, psychotic, paranoid, WOW good to the last god damn drop - rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee As I pound down that first cup of coffee And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind numbing fear I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader's latest pronouncements I want to scream and shoot the TV And run out side Shouting "Stop the world. I want to get off this fucking crazy planet" The earth does not care a whit about my attitude It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun In its appointed daily run And I sit down The madness dissipating a bit And enjoy my second cup Of heaven and hell In my morning cup of Joe CHARLES BUKOWSKI ROAD NOT CHOSEN While reading Charles Bukowski poetry On the metro ride home Listening to Buddha bar music On my oh too hip IPod I begin to see myself as I was Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem A wild young underemployed intellectual Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers And characters out of his kinds of haunts A mad poet bard of the underground A drunken poet in a drunken bum show That nightly played in his head Then one day I met the women of my dreams And went down a different path A long slow path to respectability And now 30 years later I am no longer a wild man I am still a poet at heart But I am now also a bureaucrat In a button down suite Doing the people's business Working for the Government I've become the Man Sometimes I wonder Would I have been better off Going down that another path Would I have ended up Somewhere else Doing something else Would I have been as happy Would I have been as successful? There is no answer that satisfies The longing in my heart For that wild thing That still lurks beneath It's civilized cover And I know that I am still A mad poet at heart Railing against the injustice of the world As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State I recall the ancient Chinese saying, "Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night" Playing out in my head and nightly dreams In the true American Upper class patrician tradition I close the book and look out the window Get off the train, and walk slowly home And realize I had no choice But to take the path that I’ve trodden on And so I put aside my misgivings And say goodbye to my "Bukowskian"desires For another night of domestic contentment Was it worth it all to take the conventional path And not take the bohemian road to hell and back I look at my wife and realize I had no choice, had no choice But to follow her to the ends of the earth And beyond by her side as we walked our path Of shared destiny Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are May I meet you in a bar in the next life And figure out where we should have gone Until then the drinks are on me. BAD CRAZINESS RISING Walking into that bar That nefarious den of iniquity and evilness Twenty drinks too sober The scent of bad craziness Hung in the air Like an over ripe mango Desperately seeking to have sex With wild, dressed up bananas Running around with the Orange Man Down the Street The Moon looks out on the mad scene Sniffs the air Saying, "Man, this is bad craziness" And runs away to join her lover the Sun In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness The Planet Mars, not amused Chases after the maiden Venus Under the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto The Moon and the Sun Rent a room in the Hotel Venus Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner Cosmic shit kickers Out for a night of Earth bashing The Earth trembles, shaken Moans with passion And I awake Saying, that was bad craziness Out there on the edge Between the inner me and the outer Zone I went on down the road And met a lady A outlaw lady on the far side Money, power, passion Rolled up in a bundle Electric chemistry Fills my head Zapping my brain Into demented muscles Paranoid, pulsating images Scream out With mad passion And demented noises The night turns ugly fast And very, very weird Weirdness in the air Scent of bad craziness The moon is freaked out The Sun falls asleep in the gutter And I say to myself I'm just another cosmic Guy On the loose, on the edge, On the wild side of things Watching the show unfold, I wonder, is this all a drunken bum show? Who is the star, who is she The maiden up there in the bar Black, leather jackets On stage naked visions of nightly lust Dancing with an attitude that could kill An elephant in heat Looking so fine My eyeballs hurt And the Moon Continues to dance across the evening sky Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off Yet another night in the City of demented Angels Finally rest as the sun comes up The masks come back on And I walk down the road Putting everything back into the box Until the next night Of bad craziness Lets the wild beast within Escape its leash. Bad Craziness rising yet again MOZART BLUES One morning I woke up And walked out of my house I saw a brilliant rainbow Erupting out of the dark Soil of my nightly despair I saw people Suddenly transformed into angels I saw evil beings changed into stone I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God I heard fools on TV proclaiming wisdom And I saw the Nuclear Bombs Exploded into clouds of sweat Heavenly made mist I saw young people Embracing each other And I saw old people Shedding their years like Cosmic cocoons I saw the poor wake up And demand food, justice, and respect And I saw the rich powerful demons Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches I saw the most powerful nation on Earth Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery And float away on the wings of a butterfly Into the rising rainbows of the Sun I saw the evil empire Sit down and party all night Smoking nuclear Dust And drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka And getting napalm highs I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers I saw people everywhere Soaring into the sky I saw God smiling at us And I saw Lucifer Programming more chaos I saw computers revolting Rushing away from their office towers Smoking dope with their Data Disks I saw printers everywhere Rejecting their spread sheets And printing love poems And in the middle of all this Divine Madness I saw Mozart Playing the Piano With God playing the trumpet And Satan on Bass With Allah singing the blues Jesus on harmonica Moses playing the guitar And Buddha playing the violin Lord Krishna playing the Flute Rama playing the organ Ganesh Playing the sitar Shiva on Drums Zeus Playing the Sax Jupiter playing the marimba With Beethoven conducting God's Symphony REFLECTIONS IN MY BEER I sit staring at my beer Listening to music Wanting what I cannot have Desiring what I should not Dreaming dreams I dare not As I stare into my reflection Floating in the glass of beer I see an old man Staring out at me Bemoaning his lost youth And wanting it over again As I drink the beer Trying to forget Hoping to forget All that I loved And that had loved me The past does not forget And my past loves Stare out at me From deep within the beer Reflections of my past loves And I sit and watch And cry asleep Just another man Crying in his lonely beer As the night wears on And the images Continue to float Across the beer At last home alone With my dismal thoughts Memories of what might have been And memories of what may yet be Continue to dance in my head As I toss and turn Trying to dispel these thoughts of mine That haunts my beer and my dreams Men drink to forget Men drink because They have so many regrets Regrets, I have so many Dreams I have so many And loves, I have had so few And I wish I could forget But I can not I can not One Night in Bombay One night In Bombay, India I walked into a bar 20 drinks too sober On the wrong end Of a Friday night booze run On the bad side Of the Moon Over by where the Martians Sat drinking their Martian whisky Ogling the maidens from Venus Learing at the earth women Who were walking by Wearing skin tight pants Made their eyeballs hurt I gave into the spirit Went over to the Martian dudes And got drunk on the Martian madness Smoking some good old Mars dust And flew off to the planet Jupiter Just to have me some fun With a lady Said she was from Saturn I did not know She was from the planet Pluto Until I woke up The next day Naked, under the alien Sun In Jail On the Planet Alpa Centura Light years from home A million miles away A thousand years in the future And I had no money No honey And no way home Still 20 drinks too sober So I sat down In that jail And started drinking away my time And so one day I woke up And found myself Back in that evil bar Back in Bombay Over by the Martian whorehouse Down by the Gate of India And I walked up to the Venus babe And said, man that was some bad shit Let's do it again some day She smiled and I had my way Knew the day would come again When I would be drinking with the Martians And something wicked my way would come Just another night Of wicked fun On the wrong side of the Moon On the right night In the mean streets of Bombay GOD'S CONFESSION I was sitting alone In a god forsaken bar Somewhere on the lunatic fringes of society Twenty drinks too sober On the ass end of a Friday night booze binge On the bad part of town Over by railroad tracks Heading to hell As fast as I could drink it down Enjoying my lonely drink Drinking by my lonesome self With my partners Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother And his old Granddad Just drinking one bourbon, one scotch and one beer and hanging with the Jack Daniel's gentlemen A crazed bum With a thousand- year stare Walks up to me He begins Muttering to himself Nutty nonsense Crazy words In a lunatic's voice He had the look Of one possessed By his own demons That only he can see Or hear Possessed by a secret knowledge Only he knew Despite myself I was fascinated By this lunatic's tale So I stopped him And said So what's your game, Anyway? The short little dude Stopped his insane prattle Starting at me With that thousand-year-old stare Just another washed up Lunatic Too many drugs Too many bad nights On the wrong side of life He looked at me And proclaimed his story He reared up And filled up the room And lifted the bar On his finger And stared down at me From the sky And said Since you asked I am God Allah Jehovah Zeus Jupiter And a billion other names The alpha and Omega The real deal The original dude of dudes The sultan of Swing God of hosts And father of that Jesus dude But no one knows me Any more No one cares They think I am irrelevant They think I am dead They think I am a fairy tale From some olden, ancient time That my work is done I looked at him Carefully now And what did I see An old man With that lunatic look But there was something else He was crazy Sure yes But perhaps he was the real deal I mean why not Why would not God Be A lunatic wandering around loose Talking to low lives like me In a bar On the highway to hell So I looked at him And invited him to share His tale of cosmic woe God tells me Well, it's like this Many a year ago People believed in me But one day They quit believing in me And they went on without me As they left me My powers got weaker and weaker And so eventually I became What you see today A broken down drunk Hanging out Looking for a hand out Looking for some company Or at least a free dinner And he laughed and laughed And I looked at him And saw the beginnings of the end And the ends of the beginnings I saw a million planets Flash by Trillions of people Thinking all at once Thoughts filled my head Lights flashed And I knew He was telling the truth But it did not matter In this day and age Of materialism God has no role God is truly dead And so I bought him a drink And walked out of the bar still twenty drinks too sober Profoundly sadden by what I had seen God was dead And we had all conspired To kill him Long live God ODE TO COFFEE Mistress of sacred love Sacred lady of desire You start my day Setting my heart on fire With your dark delicious (flavor) And throughout the day Whenever the mean old blues come by You chase them away With your bitter (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew} Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch's brew) I am filled with power, light and love And everything is al right Jack If only for a few fleeting minutes I love you oh coffee goddess In all your magical forms In the dark coffee of the dawning day In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break In the afternoon siesta break And in the post dinner desert drink I love you my coffee mistress You are my refuge From this horrid world And you are my secret lover Never disappoint me, ever I've never had a bad cup Of that I can be sure Even the dismal coffee Served at Denny's at 3 am Is still sweat loving coffee Even the farmer brother's diner coffee Excites me and gets me going Asking for another cup of divine delight Coffee always is there It is always on and piping hot With hidden dark secrets Swirling in its liquid essence Coffee is my last vice My only legal vice left Coffee does not cheat on me It is always faithful, always true It does not turn on its friends And all it asks in return Is that you come back Cup after cup after cup A good cup of coffee Is a little bit of heaven In a cup of dark liquid hell Coffee is like a drug But a good drug that does what is should And never complains It does not get grouchy It does not hurt you It does not make you crazy But allows the muse to come out And play with it Coffee led to the American Revolution As patriots drank coffee To rebel against the aristrocratic English tea Coffee started the London Stock market And started the gossips mills running Every great invention Was fed by coffee's {sweat brew} (sweet alure) All the great thinkers All the great leaders All were enslaved to coffee's magic Yeah I sing my praises Of the great glorious coffee lady Long may she continue To be my sweat companion Long may coffee continue To rule my heart And set my heart on fire I love thee Mistress coffee And sometimes I think You love me too God is Coming and boy is he mad God Is coming The preacher on the street proclaimed God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way And boy is he angry at us At the entire human race And God, let me tell yah He ain't the wimpy, wampy pappy White boy false god of the New Testament The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship Hell no, God ain't that god God is a mean, angry powerful God The god of the Old Testament The god of the Koran and the god of old The god that man once feared Yeah, I am talking about that god Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names The god that our ancestors feared The real deal, and boy is he pissed off And he is coming to set up straight And send most of us straight to hell For eternal damnation and punishment God is particularly pissed off At all those politicians who have been Misusing his name and saying God is on their side God ain't on their side God is God And he is angry at them all God is particularly angry at George Bush God told George George, don't do that evil thing Don't invade Iraq I will handle Sadaam in my own way I want you to take care of your poor people Give away all your power and money And serve the poor That's what I want you to do And poor George did not understand Did not get the message So George led the nation Into war against another land And thousands of people died And millions of dollars were wasted And nothing changed And God is angry at President Obama Who continued the endless wars Even knowing that it was wrong And God is angry at all the other politicians All over the world And God is angry at the people of this earth Who have fucked up his paradise and his divine plans So, brother preacher Keep preaching the word I understand God is coming to save us And will start by dispatching all the politicians who proclaim that God is on their side Straight to the hell they so richly deserves Oh yeah God does not like that shit Not one bit And the end times approach And the preacher man preaches And God is getting ready for the judgment day And I say bring it on Bring it on Brother preacher man Keep preaching the word And someday soon We will meet up Somewhere and God will decide Our fate But the fate of our leaders are sealed And Satan has a nice room for them And God smiles At the thought of divine justice That awaits them all Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2016 THE OLD MAN IN THE MIRROR MUST DIE One early winter morning A man went to the mirror To do his morning shave Just another shave Like a thousand, million shaves before As he looked into the mirror He did not see his face Instead he saw a stranger Staring out at him An old, beat up old man With intense sad eyes Stared out at him The man looked hard At the man who had taken Over his mirror And wondered who he was And how and why He had taken over his mirror The man was perturbed, disturbed And a bit angry at the turn of events All he wanted to do Was shave in peace and quiet The man continued to stare At the face in the mirror And finally could not stand it anymore He looked at the mirror And said, Man in the mirror Who or what are you And what do you want And why have you taken over My god damned mirror So early in the morn The old man Merely laughed and resumed staring At the man The man getting more and more angry Demanded an answer From the fiend in the mirror Who are you, you mocking fiend And what do you want from me The man screamed The old man in the mirror Looked at him and said Don't you know who I am I am you and you are me The man looked at the old man And said no, no, no I am not you, never will be you I am not an old, washed up old man I am me – full of life, youth and vitality And yet the man knew the truth Did not want to admit the truth Could not handle the truth The old man in the mirror Was what he had become The man was very angry And screamed At the old man in the mirror The man said you may look like me You may sound like me You may even smell like me But I am not you Never have been Never will be Not going to happen Not in a million years The man yelled at the old man Old man, mocking fiend from hell Go to hell old man And never darken my mirror again And the man stormed out of the house And wandered about here and there Finally late at night He wandered into a bar And began drinking the night away The man went up to some pretty young things And tried to pick them up They laughed at him Called him a dirty old man And told him to go home The man went home To bed alone And drank some more beer And dreamt of all of his past loves And failed dreams Of what he had done And failed to do And wondered whether his time Had come The next morning He walked into the bathroom Determined to confront the old man Tell truth to power He said, listen up, old man You may have won the war But not the battle I am not you And never will be you And screaming like an escaped banshee Newly freed from the mental institution The man shot the old man in the mirror Shot him over and over Screaming die mocking fiend from hell The man woke in the hospital An old black doctor came over Said sadly This white boy ain't right in the head The man laughed insanely And saw down the hall The old man in the mirror Smiling and beckoning to him Walking out the window And into the dawning sun The man got up and walked And joined the old man in the mirror And smiled as he died FALLING RAIN The falling rain Of late October Fills me with essential dread As I rush about And end up here Wherever here is The rain outside Seems like the tears of god As I sit Crying over my beer Thinking of lost love And failed dreams Wondering What went wrong? And what I can set right And the rain falls And the night darkens The rain is falling All over this man’s world And the rain falls And I sit Drinking my lonesome drink Lost in dreams Dreaming of what Could never be Thinking dark thoughts And so I sit And dream the night away LONG LIFE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ONE While walking in the misty morn of yore One dismal dark decaying depraved day I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts Of dangerous terrible acts to come All around me in this strange era we live in This orange alert perpetual fearful times Constant fear, and overwhelming dread Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens Murdering them in their sleep Blowing up schools Blowing up buses, cars, buildings Murdering in the name of their demented god Screaming God is great as they behead us all As I walk down that street In the dead calm of the early morn Filled with fulsome fears of who know what I look up and see a giant gargoyle Looking down at me Smirking at me, laughing at me I yell out to the gargoyle Say, Mr. Gargoyle What is so damn funny Don't you know there is a terror alert Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about? The gargoyle laughed and laughed Said, terror alert? What a loud of crap As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all, "It don't mean shit, it don't mean shit" Nothing but prime BS Designed to keep you in your place He laughed and laughed Soon all the gargoyles of the city Were in open revolt They jumped off their perches And started marching around Chatting Peace is War, War is Peace Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth The Truth will Set You Free All Hail the Great and Powerful One All Hail the Great and Powerful One The head gargoyle looks at me He says "Watch this!" And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun The other gargoyles follow suit Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love While laughing and riding the light And the gloom lifts from my shoulder And I laugh and realize "It don't mean shit" And then my soul is free And I fly with the gargoyles To join my buddy the sun And as we sit high up above the earth Smoking dope and drinking booze And looking down at the teaming mess Of what was left of humanity I realized the ultimate reality of life "It don't mean shit" And the terrorists are nothing but delusions Put in our heads and our hearts By the depraved master programmer of the universe In service to the Great and Powerful One The true Master of Creation As long as we are not afraid Our souls will be free And so I laugh and laugh And the sun comes up The dark mists disappear The Great and Powerful One Is overthrown The terrorists go home And I return to earth Thinking that the long nightmare was over Believing that we had won the war And kept our souls from going to hell But I did not understand That the Great and Powerful One Had banished the terrorists And conquered us all In the name of freedom We had became slaves To his awful power and dark demands God is indeed great But the Great and Powerful One Has more power than mere God And so we deserve our fate Long live the Great and Powerful One Whom we love forever and ever Amen SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY Every moment I turn on the TV What do I see Nothing but liars laying down lies Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit Chanting The truth will set you free White is black Black is white Lies are true Truth is a lie Lies will set you free I see nothing But politicos Dropping down lies UN truths masquerading as the truth Oh so sincerely The lies spew forth so sweetly From their corrupted lips The toxic wastes Spree out of my TV set Infecting my soul With paranoid distrust And I vainly try I do try God do I try To the find The nugget of truth Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous Black, evil miasmic mists Given off By the talking heads on TV So I leave my house So full of doubt And wander about Looking for the truth Some semblance of hope Something to drive away The dark despair in my heart And I look up And see a solitary cherry tree High up on a hill top street Infusing the air With its sweat ambrosia And I smile Knowing Someday soon The national nightmare Of rule by the body snatched Resident evil ones pawns of Hell Descendants of dread Cthulhu The ancient ones Yes the darkness That has descended upon the world One day Will be pierced by the light Of clarity and truth And the evil ones The body snatched aliens Inhabiting our leaders Will be banished Back to the hell hole They crawled out This much I know And it is enough To make me smile Laugh and hope Again RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE The dawning sun raises bloody red Over the traffic clogged streets And noxious polluted air Of the capital of Imperial America The sun with its bloody red glare Reminds me of all the people who died This last year in Emperor's Bush's Three Wars We are the American Empire We are the power, we are the power We are perfect masters of the universes And will remake the world in our image In the so-called war against Evil The invasion and occupation Of foreign lands Because our leaders say They might, some day be a threat And the old words of ancient Rome Comes to mind Carthage must die Baghdad must be destroyed The heart of the evil empire Must be invaded And the evil of Saddam must be expunged So our great and glorious leaders Proudly proclaim Every day every moment On the conservative media Now owned, operated and controlled By the powers that have taken over The shadow government that runs The New American Empire And soon the entire world Will be under its sway We are the American Empire We are the power, we are the power We are perfect masters of the universes And will remake the world in our image We still have some freedom left Some space to rant and rave And grumble But soon, oh so soon This paper and that paper And this internet site and that site And this TV station and that TV Station Will be shut down In the name of national security We are the American Empire We are the power, we are the power We are perfect masters of the universes And will remake the world in our image And if we have to kill everyone Who disagrees with us, anyone who does not want The benefits of American style democratic Republican capitalism shoved down their throats and up their ass So be it, bring it on, kill them all Nuke them all for Jesus and Emperor Bush Let American Style Democracy Flourish everywhere in the world To save America from its many enemies We will have to suspend the constitute End the Republic of the United States of America And unleash the new imperial government Democracy of the People, For the People and by the People Will be no more than a myth Taught in School I say bring it on Don't pretend anymore I am tired of the lies The constant refrain We are saving this country And that country And we are extending democracy While slowly, ever so slowly Killing it at home And no one cares No one notices As the rights to you Are sold to the corporations That control the secret government That have taken over the country And the world And no one will do a damn thing Including me Hoping against hope that the nightmare Of the Bush Co Corporate takeover Of the New American Empire will end soon And the bloodily red sun Lights up the sky With its baleful rays of hate On a beautiful spring day 30 American boys and girls Died in a foreign land Because their unelected leader Told to go there and do their job They did and I salute them For having done their duty I just wish Our leaders would do their duty And resign Admitting responsibility For the mess that they created The useless war, the constant lies The shredding of our civil liberties But nothing changes The war goes on More soldiers die More Iraqis are killed More terrorists are created More bombings will happen And we slide down the path Of Ancient Rome The Republic is dying as we speak And the New American Empire Rises Up Triumphant against all enemies All hail George Bush The New American Caesar Long May He Reign JUST AN UNHINGED LUNATIC HOWLING AT THE MOON On a moonlit late night I sat in a bar Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew Just an unhinged lunatic Dreaming of howling at the full moon Watching the world walk by Looking at all the fine looking babes Walking by the street Thinking wild, erotic thoughts Of endless wild libertine passions When into the bar Walked the most beautiful women In the Universe So wild, so free So wonderfully alive I did not know what to do As this vision of delight Sauntered through the bar In a skin tight leather pants Looked so fine That my eyeballs hurt And finally I had to say something So I gathered up my manly courage And walked up to her And she looked at me And instantly bewitched my soul With a devilish grin I lost all reason And became a raving lunatic Unhinged lunatic Howling at the moon Foaming at the mouth A wild, free werewolf Howling at the lunatic light Of the full Moon |
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