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Punditty
The intern net interned internally
Just Cause, a covert operation, just ’cause
The Viet Cong finger in the dyke
Funny bunny pundit punned it ‘pon da tree
Mardi Gras in Arkansas
The doctor flew in, it was stormy, rerouted to Des Moines
Next noon, pick him up go back to HQ, pack a bag and load up the truck
Road trip through the Midwest, now it’s time for the float trip.
Fourth of July, floating down Spring River,
Mardi Gras in Arkansas, where the motto is
Titties and beer, and there were a lot this year,
Good times great folks, a sunburn and something to do,
The beers were cold and so was the water,
the titties flashing, beads passing for the mothers and their daughters –
Fourth of July Mardi Gras in Arkansas
The Thing
The thing that came with us
Across the water with a purpose
Moon-bathe the night along the shore
Fighting humanity with praise to the universe
We took a little walk, right
Under the full moonlight
We sat by the riverside
And it talked my ears off
Who are you? Can I still say that?
She, oops, he, or him, or was it they? Anyway…
Řeřicha
Řezaná směs
Houpání rez
Stoupá jak les
A výlet křiká
Capital
The world is inflated, everything we have and know
We’ve been pushed into the future with artificially accelerated growth
The obvious suspects seem easy to find
Bankers and businessmen, they come to mind
Who, pop culture says, rob the poor for the rich
Though that may be true now, there’s a theory I’d pitch
The main culprit of all our woes
That vanquishes its friends and makes deals with its foes
That succumbs to the bribery, blackmail, and bend
That ominous of creatures, the government.
Since capitalism calls for expansion
And corporations were brought under legislation
The CEOs need extra protections
As they set up shop in foreign locations
Now this is where the government
By that, politicians is what is meant
Made the choices which sealed our fate
And turned us into a crony state
If government were small, it simply wouldn’t have the capacity
to tip the balance so forcefully,
With laissez-faire economy, without the burden of bureaucracy
We’ll finally see the light of day, let freedom have the right of way
Expletive
Canon, background murmurings of non-pc hurricanes and humanless homes.
Egg Cleaner
Globalism, new world order, technocracy – has invaded
Corporations, cronyism, the deep state – they are upon us
Adjective
An adventure in chromaticism
Superloco
This is Gus, he’s a fun guy
Fungus we like to call him
He can be pretty hard on you though
This one’s for the ego inside your butt – Ass Id
The id in your ass is – well it’s your ass id
Then we’ve got your mighty can of biscuits – Cannabis kits man
You buy one put it together, then you bake it
Then you have a can of biscuits
Mr. Allen nice to see you
Everybody it’s Mr. Allen, Mr. Keyhall, we used to go to class with him!
Mr Keyhall, Allen Keyhall
This one’s about a friend of mine who laughs and sings
But everything is always about this kind of stuff:
I think I’m gonna smoke more drugs, more drugs, drugs…
– Wana go for a walk? Play baseball? Video games?
No, drugs and a fith of al keyhall and I’ll take you out to the ballgame ughh
And on and on and…
The Thing Wiggle
Just a taste of would-be live jammy groovin’..
Time Travel Agent Bondo
You murdered the me in the future
The me in the future with you
You killed me in cold blood
The me in the future with you
The future you led me on to believe in
With wounds of the past that you gave me still healing
I gave you access to my nuclear codes
But you sold them off to some terrorists
Of all of the me’s that I was when I started
I’ve lost one now – he’s dead, Jim
The death of me in the future with you
Fretlessness
You don’t trust the board of men
Who say they argue over you
What if they take all your gold?
What are you going to do?
They’ll lock you in a cage.
