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A snapshot through an eight-inch scope aimed at me and the floor below
by Mike Adams

I'm feeling the repercussions of a life full of these mental concussions

that builds up in time to start hurting my stomach

until I feel like I might die if something doesn't start working

in favor of mine.

But I guess I can't really complain

I'm one day closer to gaining the fame

that I've sacrificed all but my name

in order to break into this world

that could possibly regain the integrity

that we've all just given away

throughout the days just to get paid

by some socially accepted nazi

who looks just like me and you

probably wakes up ties his own shoes

ties his tie that resembles a noose

just in case of bad news

he can cut loose from a world

he never knew - just used to

make himself a million, billion, trillion,

but know he's swinging from the ceiling

because he placed his material possessions in front of his feelings.

But it is his kids that I really remorse

of coarse they probably end up like he did

take over the family business

insisted by their mother

whose got another father figure

who happens to be the gravedigger CEO

who handed down the suicide note to that poor soul

whose pink slip came in the form of a 13-knot rope

scapegoat out choked executive joke

waiting to take another poke at another poor soul

with an eight inch scope

just to show or for show who knows

what goes on or up the nose probably coke

or some other cliché word for dope.

Shit, I just woke up with this cloak and dagger

sticking out of my back and staggered into the living room

assassins jacking off to some racket coming from the kitchen cabinets

where I store all of the heads and hats of fascists

and racists lets face it

there's no place for these advocates of hate

but sadists are always welcome to stay and play

I think some day the depraved

will save the lives of the gays

without being ashamed

or afraid of what someone might say

or without trying to explain

that their best black friend is of the lightest shade

maybe these gray days and tyrant ways

are soon to be passed away

by poets who assassinate racial hate

with words and turn faces to the left

but when it's my turn I'll bet

I'll burn what's left

of the crosses and steeples

that I consider a unnecessary evil

because most people are to feeble to see

that I've revealed myself as the devil to be

and without any warning I could be on top

and believe me it's closer than you think

I'm on the brink

of breaking into this industry

as a poetic radical

an assassination to be

living off the money I received by thievery

from the National Arts society

who still views me as racy crazy

and lets face it I am abrasive

not the typical poetic salvation

but there is starvation in the minds of these people

and even if I am labeled as evil

my sold soul will not weeble, wobble or topple

tomorrow I'll probably be asked to interview with Ted Kopel

or the O'reilly factor

exactly where did you get this number

it's unpublished and not even mine

I'm just hiding out here for awhile

buying some time

until I can write my version of the bible

and sell it to every kid who attends high school

and alcoholics anonymous they seem to like us

or me and my 665 other personalities

who all live vicariously through me

while I act like a junkie.

funny I don't remember sending out a press kit to the president

but I guess it's no accident that I became the devils advocate

I guess it's to late to repent all of my sins and begin

to lead a normal life

and finally drop the knife

that I like to hold by the necks

of all the people who despise what I write

But, never in this life will any protest of my mind

encourage me to be more kind

to any god-given life

even if it is mine

and I'm forced to close my eyes

that is fine

as long as you realize why I was left to die

by a million other lives that never tried to become as I

and if the tie of that poor soul becomes me accessorized

then I'm sure you'll see me swinging from that 12th floor ceiling

just the same as he

perhaps Ill never leave

and truly become an ornament

an oracle or miracle for someone spiritual

and literature will become scripture with pictures

and ever lasting life that requires millions of witnesses.

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