1) Of Niggers, Kids, and the Poor
As humans, we’ve clearly proven
How contagious hate can be,
I mean, really, it’s addictive, like crack or oil
Running hot straight through
A daylong sprint from A to Z
And everybody knows for sure it’s me
Grossly absorbed in the mundane
Activities of the pedestrians
At a dangerous pace indeed
I’m not accustomed to this reality
Preferring my myth and legend instead
When did I become so much like everyone else?
But shit yeah, I’m almost there
The end of the motherfucking line
If only it didn’t smell so rank in hell
2) Castles of Woe
Again, I’ve rediscovered the most sacred of zones
All these corners connected perfectly, intentionally
To me and all of my people
For influence and inspiration – for art and experimentation
Of tea and high places
My return to the wombs of various births
To proclaim, “Be one of us!”
As welcomed as feared as misunderstood
Charming magical magnetic bonds
Youth wasted on ignorance of our culture
Your expressions tell it all to me –
So over my own stories of sob and pity
Hands and ass – skin and bones
Each new lie as fascinating as the first truth
I see you as you see yourself
Through yourself and your mythical castles of woe
3) Add Ten Years
Add ten years and the differences
Are stark and subtle
Rhinestone skull and crossbones
Dudes fishing with the same old bait
But now both those creepy old predators
And the faggotty fashion pirates
Yap away into middlespaces of mobile telephony
[maybe to each other]
To some this is home
And they know where to vacuum the cars
Others visit blindly yet daily
Passing through to destinations
For a few this is all brand new
And is awe inspiring or just awful
But to even fewer this is a huge stage to perform
Not the honed and polished acts copied
From celebrity magazines and cable television
But fucking publicly performed real and dedicated art
No rehearsals – no guilt – no re-takes
Add ten years and the differences
Are minute and irrelevant
