Zack and Screech Beat the Communists...at chess!!

[Zen]

I'm starting to get angrier, my fists grip the bars. The trial commenced in March. Prosecutors submitted charges in a file that's thick and coarse while I smile like a Minotaur with my teeth gnashing. My enemies keep gasping.

"Silence in the court!!"

In my eyelids sits a door that I climb in when I'm bored to see whats happening.
Peak through the seams of the fabric of each belief. It's magic.

Sometimes I'm high on life. Skipping home as birds sing in the shining light within the grove.

Sometimes I'm tryna fight each time I'm hyped on adrenochrome. Slicing/riding with demons going ninety riding deep in droves. My eyes are violent. Gun sighted, bullets flying at each ya domes.

Then I turn the corner and I'm whistling Andy Griffith. Kickin's rocks and stones down in sandy ditches with a battalion of Marxists out crashing the markets with hatchets in our parkas.You faggots don't alarm us. We'll bash in your apartments and attach fuse to sawdust and blast through your dharma.

Social restrictions to the impoverished based solely on existence.
The total of inflicted are honored to pay their lowly commission in homage to they who drove them to tenements.
Calmly, unfazed with the richest men who locked em in their cage they've withered in.
Then the Communists came with Dr. Che and the militiamen.
They stopped him, okay, but the doctrines unchanged for when the communist wave makes em stammer and tremble; the populous reigns with a hammer and sickle.

Yayyyy!!