Oscar Chichoni
This viral market eats its host
Father sunshine wholy toast
Time it steals from the wound inflicted
Open sores with sugar injected
What next will the vendor deliver
What banal lecture what moral sliver
Lightly sautéed and barely cooked
Half digested and overlooked
And here beneath the blue sky falling
The seller’s bluff the buyer’s calling
No more the sap who’ll buy the garbage
And be thankful for the holy privilege
Now we want a worldly warrantee
No trees destroyed no animal cruelty
No warpig gunships in cereal box offers
No oilfuck landfill for illegal coffers
No dusted corpses under dark agenda
No spineless newsmen relaying propaganda
Give us back that thin illusion
Of freedom won without collusion
At least then we can begin to cope
our hearts kept beating by a thread of hope
3 comments:
one does need their illusions. There are so many things to say no to.
Hi there,
Been sailing off the coast of old Hispania with little electronic links to the world outside my little catamaran.
Made me want to reverse the tide of time and jump back to the pre-Tex-Avivian era when the growth engine of the "civilized" world didn´t work on a hybrid fuel made of Iraqi blood and Palestnian flesh...
Ah Doc... the call of the sea. Hope it clears the head and prepares you to resume swimming in the shallows of blog-babylonian madness :-)
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