In a world that’s on the verge of collapse I dare not compromise a single step out of fear of relapse Pop your Zantacs, keep your truck guzzling Arabian gas Seems like we can have anything except for what we ask There’s a war of religion, a war of politics, a war of class Should we let time take its toll, or revolutionize fast? All I know is that these fat-cat elites can f*ckING KISS MY ASS
Oh no, did I offend you? Hey, guess what... I f*cking meant to Well, I guess I'm just not a properly groomed gentleman Hell, in these times, your programmed mannerism is irrelevant You're full of shit, your self-righteousness isn't heaven-sent Expressing discontent is like apple pie: truly American
In a country that billows with angry smoke I rip the black mask from your face, so that you may choke Suck in the poison, swallow the hate and lies you spoke Why do you seem so surprised to see such fury evoked In these hard times of fast demise our wounds are uncloaked Throw your hate in the great Salt Lake, see if you will float
Oh no, did I condemn you? Goddam, I must be f*cking mental! I guess I'm just intolerant to your blank stupidity I can see through your pious facade of humility An angry youth, but controlled in my hot hostility You'll need an army of men and the angel of death to be rid of me
"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done" f*ck THAT, that's YOUR will Not that of a God or chosen one Impose it on me And the crows will bathe in the blood That your body lets freely run
Max, I felt the awesome anger in this piece,I wanted to leap up and shout "Max Im with you mate all the goddam way! OH YES" (I didnt though co's Auntie betty is in the next room and she frowns on that kind of thing) Exalt.
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.
Tell it how it is man and you certainly do. You remind me of myself at your age, mellowed a bit since then, but not much!! Like the piece, liked you’re style, keep shouting from the rooftops, somewhere someone is listening; I will return with an exalt, you are second in the queue.