Before the show.

Im supposed to write lyrics
With spondees and pyrrhics
The words will be angry
Or the words will be satiric
Words like gangrene
Words acidic

Searching through Pappy’s drugs
He loved his roses, I, the hungry bug
Searching through tainted needles
I just wanted the love of the people
To be a man of the Steeple

But when human flesh
Is so like steel
For frayed neurons
Frantically afraid to feel

What is a boy to do?
When they’re the Nazi
And you’re the Jew

All the Piggies

I stop a man in a black suit walking out of a business meeting over public education.
“Excuse me sir,
The shit on the sole of my shoe has a better morality than you

Sea side Nazi
Can you tell me where the Jew hides,
While you sleep in a warm self righteous bed?

Can you create a future that’s worth fighting for?
Can I trust that your greed doesn’t surpass your love for the common man
and the future generations to come?
Or are you a pig rolling around in slop you call gold?”

Are you the inspiration behind the nefarious deeds
to those who face the consequences?

All the forgotten children
Turned into pimps and whores

Are you as guilty as those goons
For those whacked pigs?
As the aspiring musician with the long hair and guitar strung over his shoulder?

Were you the glisten in her eye
Carving helter-skelter in to the walls of her mind?
Like she did to his hairless chest

When you look through his eyes,
Eyes not unholier than yours,
Is your face marked with a snout?”