To Us All

To run the frolicking skyclock down,
To stroke the cow's struggling grace,
To mow the last grasses of star spangled earth,
To deny all the fruits of her sad song,
Could be to strike at no fraction
Or percentage too mighty
The sweetest melody spoken so plain
In the highest valley of ever being
All along the libertine skyline
Of every pillow man's dreams.

O ye seaserpents of yellow scaled horror,
Take back thy movie theater, scum for us all.
Grant me to imply its all in the garbage
We eat that births the foul islands atop
Past trash compressed
That betrays us to the vortex boredom and regalia
Of tepid remorse.

To us all. To us all.

Blinding rat soups can will us to vote
But we're not the type for democracy's key.
O poison, fair poison, knot my stomach thrice.
Dice the nothing into small nothings,
Kid not the laughing at such great heights.
Rome shall fall,
Not one brick unturned.
All is but skylab and a joystick.
Know thy God and his face.
He's already revealed in the militias of the future.