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RIGHT F$$KING NOW
IN A GALAXY RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE
(2K3)
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how many of our offspring
will be forced to sing
the same old song
will be fed to the greed machine
slowly, surely turning green
as they chug along
in fossile-fuel burning earthcraft
turned green by rot and corruption
green like a dollar bill gathering lint
in the pocket of a three-piece suit
purchased with absconded tax money
fear and envy knocked back into their toxic hearts
feeling funny, tasting like honey
mixing together nicely like their
poisonous compulsory post-workaday cocktails
as they watch the storm-troopers roll by like snails
and wait for ineffective public transit
to herd them home from their timeclocks?
how many drops of blood squeezed from rocks
will they swallow
before they refuse to wallow
in the job-sty?
how long will they suffer
how long will they cry
before they refuse to pay
some boss's salary with their labor
how long before they light up a saber
and decide not to say, "someday....
someday some hero
will show me what it means to be a jedi..."
don't think you are radical beacause of the ring in your nose,
your red eyes, your long hair, or your tattered modest clothes!
!START NOW!
what you do or do not do matters, not what you try
Force your oppressors to respect you without telling lies
don't abuse The Force & it'll protect you
erect you infinite column of light
and you will BE what is right
BE the secret weapon that wins the fight
without fighting
without even lighting up your saber!
some people think i'm mad as a hatter
or that i lie
when i say The Force is with them
but it's true
and so it is with you
YOU have the power
to break your bonds
and lead all your people on
to freedom!
just let The Force flow,
let your hatred go
and you will know
what the future holdes
what to do and what not to do.
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!
IN A GALAXY RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE
(2K3)
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how many of our offspring
will be forced to sing
the same old song
will be fed to the greed machine
slowly, surely turning green
as they chug along
in fossile-fuel burning earthcraft
turned green by rot and corruption
green like a dollar bill gathering lint
in the pocket of a three-piece suit
purchased with absconded tax money
fear and envy knocked back into their toxic hearts
feeling funny, tasting like honey
mixing together nicely like their
poisonous compulsory post-workaday cocktails
as they watch the storm-troopers roll by like snails
and wait for ineffective public transit
to herd them home from their timeclocks?
how many drops of blood squeezed from rocks
will they swallow
before they refuse to wallow
in the job-sty?
how long will they suffer
how long will they cry
before they refuse to pay
some boss's salary with their labor
how long before they light up a saber
and decide not to say, "someday....
someday some hero
will show me what it means to be a jedi..."
don't think you are radical beacause of the ring in your nose,
your red eyes, your long hair, or your tattered modest clothes!
!START NOW!
what you do or do not do matters, not what you try
Force your oppressors to respect you without telling lies
don't abuse The Force & it'll protect you
erect you infinite column of light
and you will BE what is right
BE the secret weapon that wins the fight
without fighting
without even lighting up your saber!
some people think i'm mad as a hatter
or that i lie
when i say The Force is with them
but it's true
and so it is with you
YOU have the power
to break your bonds
and lead all your people on
to freedom!
just let The Force flow,
let your hatred go
and you will know
what the future holdes
what to do and what not to do.
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!
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Re: RADICAL POETRY
Thu, January 6, 2005 - 6:34 PMdeelish.. although I'm not quite sure about letting go of ALL of my hate yet..
just learning how to focus and work through with it..
do dat do dat -
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Re: RADICAL POETRY
Sun, January 9, 2005 - 2:47 PM
THE FIGHTLESS FIGHT
(7/04)
We spend twenty four hours of our lives every day
Under high tension wires absorbing magnetic rays
My neighbor's left eyeball is turning gray
From his knockoff celphone's motherfucking RADIATION
It doesn't matter whether your pet is a pink dalmation
A cat, a weasle, or a small crustacean
In Kentucky, B.C., and all United Nations
All the creatures' ears scream when the cops leave the station.
Using strong toxins to remove strong toxins
Like bleach or wavicide taking all the germs off
Punching clocks or locked up in boxes
Puffin makes you feel good but it might make you cough
Hiding in holes or watched like by hawks
Let Uncle Sam bully or knock his block off!
You lazy little goat you only got three jobs
How d'ya 'xpect to pay the rent, now mow your lawn, you slob!
The corporations need your labor so they can pay for lobbies
They can't afford to give you time to cultivate your hobbies!
They say, "CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME
With credit not cash
Don't worry about the vast
Rise in population
Increased rate of inflation
Bad, sad, sorry state of the nation
Just sit back, relax, and be happily brainwashed
by your favorite broadcasting station!"
Or
better yet
smash your timeclock,
your TV,
your radio,
Then rip off all the knobs.
Lob globs of Love at the cops
Stop the war inside of you or the wars will never stop.
Don't assemble angrily in a militaristic manner
To stop those who assemble angrily in a militaristic manner.
Don't plan out your life in your daily planner
How you'll eventually end the need for things like daily planners.
Whether you're a lawyer or a canner
Joy is more important than labor.
If you climb to the top of Mt. Tabor
On Beltane Eve or Diana's Day,
Lay on your back and gaze at the sky...
It won't pay your rent
But it might make a dent
in your soul-debt
Then your soul will get high!
Why not ask why?
Why must one die?
Mortality
Might be
A learned disability!
Set yourself free.
Feel your fullest glee.
Trust your third eye to see
Clearer than the two.
Always say what's true.
Always pay your dues.
Do what you know is right for you to do
And fly into the sky upon death.
The breath
That makes these sounds
Is fire that through these veins pounds
Out primitive beats.
Meet us randomly in the street and UNITE
In the fightless fight for JOY
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