If I Were An Ape

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

leave me alone
i need to dwell in the pits w/ the servants
i have to hear the conversations
i have to know what is said to the dying man
join me in the meadows
w/ the giants and the silent elders
children play hop-scotch on the radio
w/ obscene laughter
w/ profane chlorine souls
w/ the corpse of our weak president
w/out thinking about it
w/o the fear
w/o the torturous thoughts
there is no need to dissect the insects
the breeding habits of mammals
oxygen is on sale at sears
the american people are scarred bitter and useless
every great nation falls
one w/ the symbol of a bird, or so it has been written
amphetamine horoscope
the horizon, pink and orange and polluted w/ cowardice
i am bored
there is nothing left to see
or to feel in this morass of hatred
the windows have plywood over them
the halls have zombies roaming them
there are men responsible for these designs
they are sordid
they are putrid
they are tying the hands of our families w/ barb wire
and suffocating us w/ promises, which mean nothing,
from men w/ barbaric tongues

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