tree at the end of the world

tree at the end of the world

Monday, September 19, 2011

STUPID WORLD

CEO's like parasitic ticks
Upon a dying beast
Feed and feed
Upon the flesh
Until no blood
Is left

I've been
Hunting dragon bones
Like the myth of
Infinite oil reserves
While saving the world
Becomes an abstraction
I've been
Hunting dragon bones

Defcon five
and all our lies
Lets combat
Global warming
With a nuclear holocaust
I've been hunting
Dragon bones
CEOs' whisper
As tumours grow
Break free

Its, its, its, its
Like
Fear running through
Old brown leaves
Papal smoke rising
Into the blue skies
The death of liberty
With a holy decree
As serpents
Return
To the sea
And you will see
I've been hunting
Dragon bones

Jupiter's rituals
Still being performed
Sonic screams
Streaming out of
Mobile phones
And the Gods
Are now just
Super Heroes
Wearing
New costumes
While bankers
Prey upon
The right
And the left
As suited
Knaves
Walk us
down
Into the depths
The grave of
The final abyss
While Knaves
Keep us
Looking
Staring
Trying
To, to
Keep's me
Hunting dragon bones
As the infrastructure
Grinds away into dust
In the jaws
Of men
Behind the scales
The weather changes
The knaves re-brand it
Suffocated it
To hide their profits
While
The rest of us
Have been hunting
Dragon bones

Withering into ashes
Colouring our faces
Concealing all our
Collective disgraces
As spider's webs
Like community groups
Are wiped away
With a political wave
As castles rise
Into the skies
And farmers
Are forced
To step aside
And all our food
Once from
Our earth
Now comes to us
From supermarket shelves
And I've been hunting
Dragon bones
As dogs groan
from the dark
And how they groan
With a hangman's tone
Swaying in the wind
Dripping life
Down upon
The concrete
Like an explanation mark
At the end of another tale
A tree branch under the weight
As maggot mercantilists gather
Beneath the economic spatter
And there's no Mad Hatter
Or even an Alice
Because we've all been hunting
Dragon bones
Like subprime loans
In a saga that just won't end
They create new paradigms
Like deadmen chimes
Feet before our eyes

They redefine and centralize
Brand and converge
A new painted truth
That's clothed and condemned
In yesterdays
While
We have all been
Hunting
Dragon bones
Dragon bones
Dragon bones
Into the grave.

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