On Titan's weary shoulders a flooded globe is perched— a shifting load near slipping loose, his hands for purchase search. Atop, a crowded ship of fools upon a rising sea; A Puzzle'd donkey at the helm in ill-got drapery. The citadel has fallen, the trumpet blast is blown: The kingdom has been left behind. We sail toward unknown. The donkey preens in his false mane and into mist we drift. Where the lion, where Godot? The ship begins to list. Bent beneath this teet'ring load, his expression strained, distorted; But lo! The center cannot hold— The mighty Atlas sharted.

A prolapse in judgement Political corruption Hit me with a bible belt and Watch my eruption One phone call in a holding cell Better call the NSA, Make a song in Recording Hell King Burger and Queen Dairy Six signs on the Mart Wall Piper paid with credit card Savior dosed with aderall Writing you could read, my friend, If you could read at all Nutmeg and Cinnamon Pepper and a salted rifle Season the war drug To taste with bible States united, we’ve forgotten the fourth King Kill and Chief Police are Dancing on the North King Burger and Queen Dairy Six signs on the Mart Wall Piper paid with credit card Savior dosed with aderall Writing you could read, my friend, If you could read it at all Things got weird when God humped the camel King Rat, he doesn't steal he just leaves his shit Six signs for Hell 25 fuckin’ miles Frack us all into the pit and Fuck our fucking smiles King Burger and Queen Dairy Six signs on the Mart Wall Piper paid with credit card Savior dosed with aderall Writing you could read, my friend, If you could read at all

He walked into the room Like he'd walked onto a yacht Like he'd just drowned her But he'd just come in to fart Wild in the eye and crazy mane of hair He lingered in my nose He wasn't even there Fists are for school yards Knives for staffroom brawls Briefcases for pharisees Gods fight with their bowels Guns are for the simple and Bombs are peasant stuff Radicals use their minds to fight but Gods fight with their butts They called him lazy janitor Thought he slept on shift Panther in the corridor His prey stepped in his shit The grumbles and mop bucket The jungle panther's ruse He fouled their cars and fouled their homes Bacterial tattoos Fists are for school yards Knives for staffroom brawls Briefcases for pharisees Gods fight with their bowels Guns are for the simple Bombs are peasant stuff Radicals use their minds to fight and Gods fight with their butts 10,000 gathered for a Revolution in the offing Corporate gulag in their sites They laid down their off'ring Not a boycott not a strike A new way they'd learned to fight Vats of chili peaceful assembly Without a shot, a vanquished enemy Fists are for school yards Knives for staffroom brawls Briefcases for pharisees Gods fight with their bowels Guns are for the simple Bombs are peasant stuff Radicals use their minds to fight but Gods fight with their butts We don't need riots To keep our rights Overlords laid low by urban blight Brown will be our victory sound Double-ply unite It's the 11th hour Get your ass to the fight It's the source of your power And if that doesn't work then Give 'em the golden shower

Polar bears and seals Watch how I hold this gun This is how you make those arctic drillers run Turn the tundra red Send their heads to their wives Pick up this rifle Death machine cutie pies Moby Dick took a leg But his children want the heart Flesh and bone torpedoes Tear the fleet apart Legislation won't stop the butchers To arms, you bears, to arms! Nothing to lose but taxidermied chains If they don’t learn from the past then take the future Animal farm, whales, animal farm! The pandas have the chainsaws Like Mongol hordes they ride The party's over, commies Bamboo gouged out their eyes Horned owls red in talon Tear future butchers from the womb Human teeth in owl pellets The poacher's unmarked tomb Rise up birds and beasts From forest, lake, and field No quarter will be given Not even liberals will be spared Legislation won't stop the butchers To arms, you bears, to arms! Time to undo your taxidermied chains Rednecks hiding in forest blinds Sound the alarm, ducks, sound the alarm! Make them bow down and suck your decoy If they don’t learn from the past then take the future Animal farm, whales, animal farm! Animal farm! Animal farm! Reclaim your dominion (Animal farm!) Drive the humans back (Animal farm!) The time for talk is over (Animal farm!) Endangered species— —Act!

Dollar bill Dollar bill Dollar bill Pyramid Freemason Freemason Freemason Paid shill President President Skull & Boner Pedophile sex rings For the ultra rich Father kept a bust of Richard Nixon in his study Grandpa's deep in the Illuminati So we said goodbye to Christmas Lady liberty's a neglected wife And ISIS is his side chick Scripted fighting keeps kids cornered and quiet Shills trumped with money turn protests to riots The right disgusts us and the right mistrusts us And is it right to serve justice to just us? Alternative facts Aching in your mind The tree of knowledge has been chopped down Don't you tell a lie, now, George Critical thinking gets lax The tree of knowledge has been chopped down With a fictional ax The president of Kappa Kappa Kappa wears a ring with the face of Ronald Reagan Santa says you're Illuminaughty Clean coal coming for Christmas Call it grandpa's medicine Turn the heat up in his britches Can’t tell the host from the cancer Cell division, multiplied Prison system, Two state solution Unity's purity, subject to prostitution Alternative facts Aching in your mind The tree of knowledge has been chopped down Don't you tell a lie, now, George Critical thinking gets lax The tree of knowledge has been chopped down With a fictional ax We need a wall To cut us in half Cell division with concrete Born of toxic waste Grown into mutants Children of Donald X-Men from pollutants Da Vinci Code Da Vinci Code Da Vinci Code Tom Hanks Nazi pope Nazi pope Nazi pope George Bush Phlebitis Phlebitis Phlebitis Nixon Donald Trump And QVC Make a shitty steak

Did you know? There are people who think moon landings are fake news and jet fuel needs to melt steel beams for building to fall over Some people think the earth is flat This is a song for them You think that the earth is flat Cash me outside, how bout dat You won't take your vaccine shot Kids will die for your dumb thought Global warming is a myth? Which corporation are you with? Earth was not built like lego set God hasn't played with legos yet You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt You think fluoride in the water Is the work of new world order Shine on, silly lumps of coal They hated science in days of old You love to eat organic fruit Then eat the flies and maggots, too All your seeds are belong to Monsanto Wait, actually, yes, all your seeds ARE belong to Monsanto. They're monsters, but not because of GMOs! Just ruthless capitalism. You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt Insufficient facts invite danger But your theories keep getting stranger Science I swear to defend Is beginning of wisdom, not the end You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt You think you know science? You only know fuck I'm using your writings To clean up my butt We hold this method to be self evident: Ask a question Research Construct a hypothesis Conduct experiment Analyze procedure Collect data Draw conclusions Modify hypothesis Communicate results And most importantly, consider shortcomings in your science, and ask a new question It may not lead to an exact, infallible answer first time through, but you'll be a lot fucking closer than bizarre fantasies jag offs continue to cook up. In old country, Uncle Mykola once was convinced that if he whistled national anthem while looking into mirror at moon then he could jinx a man who sold him mule but said was donkey...

Let me get a crock pot Crock pot full of meat I've got to have this victory Can't tolerate defeat I've got a hunger I don't want to explode Torpedo this beef stroganoff In through your nose I've made a dish you're going to eat I’ll shove it in your mouth Eat my fucking stroganoff Eat it FUCKING NOW FIRST I MADE THE NOODLES THEN I MADE THE BEEF THEN I MADE THE GRAVY SAUCE THEN IT WAS COMPLETE I PUT IT IN THE CROCK POT AND LET IT COOK ALL NIGHT I SERVE IT WITH NO GARNISH FORCE FEEDING IS MY RIGHT I'VE MADE A DISH THAT YOU”RE ALL GONNA EAT I”LL SHOVE IT YOUR MOUTH AND STOMP IT WITH MY FEET EAT THE FUCKING STROGANOFF STUFF YOUR FUCKING FACE EAT MY FUCKING STROGANOFF MY DINNER MASTERPIECE NOODLES! BEEF! GRAVY! AMEN!

So there I was, minding my own business Passing out plates of barbeque When I was viciously attacked By this guy who was holding A TAPE RECORDER Well, I wasn't going to take that Not at my own event Not when I'm about to finally get elected Even though they keep telling me they Don't want me for the job And I wasn't going to let some puke Ask me about what I was gonna do When I finally got the job So I knocked him to the ground! You've seen me on television Fighting bears and terrorism Vote for me or get infected You'll cry if i'm not elected I am good at hypnotism Making money my religion Next i'm going to buy this seat I don't have time for your critique You've seen me on television My words chosen with precision Would you like a circumcision? Cutting taxes is my vision! Vote for me or get infected Liberal laws must be corrected Some day I will have perfected How to pay to get elected I am good at hypnotism Watch these morons gulp my jism No more taxes, way more prisons Plutocratic nepotism Next I'm going to buy this seat I don't have time for your critique I've answered enough questions, ya know? I didn't have to answer questions when I ran My businesses and made millions The only questions I answered were the ones I wanted, and things worked out really well I made a ton of money, and my friends Never asked questions, cause I would have Knocked them to the ground! Fighting bears and terrorism Sure makes for good television Maybe not good legislatin Better than that Cowboy Satan He will turn your children gay They'll take our gods and guns away Refugees will blow up Glacier Jews will run the legislature You've seen me on television My words chosen with precision Would you like a circumcision? Cutting taxes is my vision! Vote for me or get infected Liberal laws must be corrected Some day I will have perfected How to pay to get elected I am good at hypnotism Watch these morons gulp my jism No more taxes, way more prisons Plutocratic nepotism Next I'm going to buy this seat I don't have time for your critique None of you understand That reporter could have been a pro wrestler He was like Andre the Giant But I took care of him Just like I'll take care of Montana "Oh my goodness, the IRS is setting up to review his taxes, but wait! Oh my lord, he's on the turnbuckle! He's flying through the air, and oh LORD, what a savage attack! Now he's lifting the IRS over his head, and OH NO! It's a body slam!" And when someone gets in my way? -Bodyslam!- And when negotiation gets difficult? -Bodyslam!- And when I get elected too many times and I see those term limits? -Gianforte Bodyslam!-

I offer my eyes in brain dead worship To your ruthless talking heads Endless breathless comments on your commentary From you, the talking dead Every week you play a badly written act up on your stage With your puppets moved by strings Quiet forces moving pieces from behind the camera’s eye Racist tailors of every scene We the living suffer and Wish that we were dead Sacrifice our golden hours Your illuminated presence Fills the glowing of our screens Belies your inner darkness Your chatter drowns your screams Take my soul out through my ears and eyes slowly With lens and microphone I'll take the warm embrace of precious fleeting screen time Sweetest loving’s afterglow Hell is just the newest hip vacation destination Damnation is the new yoga Twist your words and your life into lies for the camera If you’re looking for it to love ya We the living suffer and Wish that we were dead Sacrifice our golden hours Your illuminated presence Fills the glowing of our screens Belies your inner darkness Your chatter drowns your screams One last time for all the souls Cluttering up the screen The idiots who went and sold it all For one sweet gasp of fame A round of applause to the shadows, please For the criminal reptilians Manufacturing the reality These TV heads are livin' in One last take for all the rubes Who love shadows on the wall Starstruck eyes in flick'ring light Totally enthralled All the world's a stage for them We watch from TV cells Why play a harp in endless heaven When there's TruTV in hell One last time for all the souls Dying to take our place The idiots who'd sell it all To be a talking face One last take for all the rubes Who love the shadows on the wall For a moment in the flick'ring light They'd gladly trade it all

$20 from a purse On the crosstown bus In 5 years she'll get 20 For a prescription bust She's more than just a name With the all-time score Maybe you can beat it Does it matter any more? She don't mind the crowds She just came to play How many lines can she score? How many lines today? Quarters not for wishes Just to buy another life Chasing the next big high Turn the tables on the ghosts She don't mind the crowds She just came to play How many lines can she score? How many lines today? There's no bonus play In this arcade Just ghosts and high scores And hidden money made Count up all your loses Total your high score Did you finally beat it? Do you remember any more? She don't mind the crowds She just came to play How many lines can she score? How many lines today? She don't mind the crowds She just came to play How many lines can she score? How many lines today?

Well, I, I brought in my advisors And, uh, and we don't know how to How to tackle that Well, here I don't have any jelly beans, but I've I've got a blop That's what Nancy told me And w—oh! Well Well, I I can't catch like I used to But I've got some jelly beans here And I like 'em Failure of irony, absence of all shame Crown upon the Lyin' King, "We won't get fooled again" The Pride of thieves and vultures: a flag for mopping blood The good Earth of America, star spangled toxic sludge Chaos in November, the Guy did not show up
 The weird turned sour and we're still drinking from that rotten cup 
The bad men in good suits, like poison on fresh fruit
 They cheat and kill and steal and lie and want us to salute Self-congratulation, farewell to land of plenty Paid with pound of flesh, and sold it for a penny
 Good earth's been polluted, garbage deeply rooted
 We've got the stingers, killed the bees, the honey has been looted And Movie Cowboy Grandpa's bullshit legacy
 Can't pretend his vision is what we're meant to be
 Now Uncle Donald Rottencrotch, incompetence made flesh Means to squeeze us for our blood until nothing is left Where can we find a farmer, servant of the land
? Patient temper, seed sower, rough and calloused hands
 Digging us from deepest shit is not a job for guns
 Put the bastards on their knees and show them we have won
 Found a rifle on the walk, tried it as a plough But the seeds I plant just whither, nothing grows here now Our soul is slowly starving, famine dressed in black We burned the giving tree to ash and cannot bring it back The failure of irony, the absence of all shame
 No thorns to prick the crown upon the spoiled Lyin' King
 A den of thieves and vultures, a flag for flowing blood Hard to see the future when we’re held facedown in mud
 We traded in the Earth for Twitter followers Our liberty a fantasy, a statue’s hollow words
 Superman messiah myth made us prisoners
 The culture war will finish when the rich are finally burned And all that, which I'm calling You now I met with my advisors and And we've all come to a consensus that, uh That we have You here And, uh We're trying to represent You, after all So We want You here 
 
“I couldn’t believe my own ears when I heard it. That rotten fink Ford had pardoned Nixon, and so Nixon rode off into the sunset scott-fucking-free, the tapes in one hand and the broken remains of the American Dream in the other, laughing all the way. This was the end of it—what faith we had that our government could overcome corruption was laid bare on the street like a dead whore, and we knew neither the sex worker nor the American people would ever get the justice they deserve. Instead, the illusion dropped from our eyes like a broken curtain and now we could see the street for what it is: a road to hell, paved with the blood and sinew of the poor, built on the backs of minorities, and lined with billboards paid for by the rich with money they stole from all of us. The names would change—Reagan, Bush, Trump—but the corruption would stay the same. They’d normalize it, convince us it was that way all along, and what hope we had left would slowly drain into the gutter and be washed out to sea.”
 And Movie Cowboy Grandpa's bullshit legacy
 Can't pretend his vision is what we're meant to be
 Now Uncle Donald Rottencrotch, incompetence made flesh Means to squeeze us for our blood until nothing is left Where can we find a farmer, servant of the land?
 Patient temper, seed sower, rough and calloused hands
 Digging us from deepest shit is not a job for guns
 Put the bastards on their knees and show them we have won 
 Failure of irony, absence of all shame The king took on a crown of thorns to which he has no claim The sea of thieves and vultures will soon be drenched in blood Mixed with mud and vomit, star spangled toxic sludge Took my rifle from the wall, used it as a plough To till the field of the future, this we do avow When the bastards think they’ve won, then the war begins We’ll hang them from the highest gallows, punished for their sins I pledge allegiance (I pledge allegiance) To the flag (to the flag) Of the corrupt New World Government (corrupt) Until the day (until the day) I open my eyes (I open my eyes) And tear the bastards screaming from their thrones (from their thrones) I won’t believe (I won’t believe) Their baseless lies (their baseless lies) Of liberty and justice for all (for none)

We are equalized by shipwreck Upon an unknown shore. What was once cannot be again— Old greatness nevermore. Among the great shaman's teachings, Allow Us to reprise: Not tiny fists nor tiny men Shall conquer; Still I rise. We'll meet with Triumph and Disaster; We'll fish the plastic from the sea; We'll cool our heels and our skies; We will struggle ethically. Those who cling to history's phantoms— Who venerate the past— We will need their help, and their TP, To wipe the Titan's ass.