[untitled] 10/17/2009

Something I started at work and finished later.

Status... Ready to shatter your apparatus

A radical mind, but still the methods socratic

Methods sporatic, spores making mush of my attic

An addict addicted to combative tactics

I combat irrational facists with match sticks

In the warzone, remembering the sound of a w***e moan

in the back of my two-tone toyota tird death-trap

Absurd flash back, undeserving flesh sack

Back to the point, I burn opposition like joints

Heal your burns like an ointment

And set your a*s straight, like a probation appointment

I'm waiting for my annointment...

Clocks ticking, becuase c**k roaches, crotch rockets, and cocaine

go together like people with no brain,

and leading a life that's superficial and mundane

Do you know what I am saying?

Slaying competition like I had an alien ray gun

And all they had was a metal cross...

and I was a flagrant pagan, or an agent of satan

Whatever the case, no brakes for contemplation needed

Grains of condensation heated, now I'm boiling

Enemies eccentric for enemas are defeated

Now I'm foiling your plot by smashing the space in between the dots

No connection available, no solution portrayable

No vail to cover your' slimy and frail snail shell

Slithering snob ailment

Withering and squirming for life, after impalement

The nails in the epitaph box.