The death toll from the homeland held steady at half a mil per anum while people smiled as cancer ate their neighbors and their aunts and uncles and their cousins and their friends and wives and lovers, feasting as it does ………. with it’s insatiable desire for more , running rampant through the fields of their neurotic psychology in the fleshpot, eating smorgasbord , laid out on their table of humanity , as the “we do it all for you” brigade offered more refreshing pauses in a dazzling , jazzed out , fucked up “c’mon not me mentality ,” clouding the infant’s eye , in the deadliest year so far for the boy who’s family slain in some Demokratic nightmare of religious fervor sat astride his mother rotting in the eastern sun, touting that war was good for Ali Nasir Jabur in that night of might is right and hershey bars to ease the pain of decomposing , as angels stationed all around him in the downbeat gravel of ancient sounding brass , offered passageways to freedom in this kill ’em just to free ’em grab all.
Rat tat tat , whew ! ….aw shucks there we go again bang bang play dead you motherfucker . Die you commie pinko islamic bhuddist jewfreak nazi christian born again to kill again extravaganza called mankind . Jesus ……… the name was never trademarked and we use the name in vain again , again , again , it’s plain , in this kill game , building smokestacks, building tailpipes building futures for tomorrow in this world built on scientific rigor mortis , rigor mortis , rigor mortis .
But I was no stranger to the blues or to the indifferent forces of the night feeling out the crowded sidelines of the quarter that in it’s eternal climb towards eternity measured the economy of the gig with restless angels crowding the balcony that sagged beneath the weight of their new found armageddon of desire . I was back by popular demand , held custody by the very nature of my craft as the last hot ashes from a dying Lucky struck the hard floor of my intention . The night reverberated in a semi quaver as clusters of ancient sixteenth notes rippled across the faces of the mob agape , beneath, the stage right , stage left dark arena where the dream depleted of it’s rescources waited patiently for another promise of tomorrow.