"Pipe Down"
John The Vast: an ocean of stillness;
a soulless encryption of noted distinction
Model indifference; a body of Godly sawdust
- a copied product of codes of cognition (enclosed in the system)
A floater that's drifting on his road to perdition
- against a vista built on Freud's cocaine addiction
the haystacks he passes are mostly syringes
- hosting "King of the Hill" for emotionless children
The air is atrocious in thickness, smokey and liquid
cavorting, it quivers - because it's loaded with rhythm
built of purpose, concern, virtue and urge
- all converted in turn to broken volition
that circles and churns in a vortex that's ripping
- like a merciless scourge at the core of existence
Inert and submerged, in "Utopia", listless
- with the stillness only disturbed by his opiate itches
A neutered object set in a muted Picasso
there he wafts in his illusion of solace
as the immutable fossil of a beautiful blossom
- enjoying his fugue and his view of the fallen
veins drip-drying - spilling his life
So far living a lie has manifested his hubris as horrors
so he willingly slides across the rigid divide
- where squinting his eyes makes humans of goblins
these innumerous, countless, peculiar monsters
- who's sense of self accrues in their wallets
Alchemy has left his cure transmuted to poison
and while pussy is wet it's useless when wanton
indulgence has left it as routine and humdrum
as everyday life on the lutheran commons
For a superman with absolutely no future to conquer
bullets are what they are: solutions to problems