Thursday, June 5, 2014

don't fuck with my chains, buddha

 



don't fuck with my chains, buddha

buddha was raised in a wheel chair
bubble of soda-water health 'n insurance
care household carefully watched after and
monitored by parents of high prophylaxes
they married him with appropriated girl
who bore him a son and he took off
for he saw the poor and sick and out of
license and the horror of marketing
and fear of and angst from society
he mingled with lottery people and
labor patriarchs and partisan clairvoyants
seeking the wisdom he needed so bad
met many old men who were traumatized
and solicitors out of rum
and was string-hanged by discoveries
and dueled with script writers in hollow
scores
once he was sitting in a topless bar and
approached by snake dancer who
hypnotized him with her flute movements
and while in heightened state of diabolical
manipulation the facts he discovered
decided the fate of the world
he crisscrossed constitutional rights
and stubbed ever-growing protests
performing in pitch dark of the age of
network preferentiality leakage
for as the astrologers of old predicted
the time will come when lights will turn on
and everyone will hate the electrician