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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

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

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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


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.

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

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


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


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
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


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

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


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


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

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


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

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



Every moment
I turn on the TV

What do I see
Nothing but liars laying down lies
Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit

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
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


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


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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