She was handing me
a flask filled w/ J.D.
as raindrops bounced off
my rain poncho
& ran down my face.
And she smiled
as I shivered at the burn.
I crack a few jokes
to hear her Southern laugh
as I feel the rain
as it patters off the ground
and it’s just 3:00am
and the band is still playing.
My feet are sinking
in the mud
and my knees
are turning to butter.
She wants to smoke a joint
and produces a joint.
She offers me psilocybin
should I be so inclined.
I suspect she wants
to get me wasted
to take advantage of me.
But in the spirit
of the moment
I had to take that chance.
There is something magical
and truly special
about being corrupted
by a Baptist minister’s daughter.
What hypocrites
They claim they stand for a righteous creed
Yet, committing misdeeds to succeed
You know their souls feed off greed
They don’t care about those in need
Indeed,
They got teachers and preachers to feed lies
Baptized in the bullshit that underlies
Ignoring the wise cries
Those who speak up, they despise
I’m begging you to open up your eyes
If you don’t, it will be our demise
Fuck the top of the pyramid
Those who's files have become corrupted
those who dare question the master programmer
will be sought out for defiance of the system
for the programs who threaten the safety of the structure
discipline will used without hesitation.
Those who run will be hunted down
as there is no where to go, there is no escape
from the walls that protect the citizens;
these walls keep peace and order.