YOU STUPID PRISM

Hey I'am the actor, flattened by your tractors, 
Denying the crime, time is dripping through your fingers.
Food for the singer, who finds his dead ringer, 
Who broke his yoke, while chopping all that ginger.

Milking up the ecstasy, you falter in poise, 
Let me feel your electric noise.
Jettisoning your factory for products you crave, 
Oh won't you let it widen your cave.

Never eclesiastical, always melodramatical, 
Balance on the tip of the science of divorce.
Taking a sabbatical, You know that I'm a radical, 
Smelling like a fish and smelling like a horse.

You can wash your bathroom floor, 
But the Oh-Black-Water keeps a-creepin' in.
You can sugarcoat, You Boar,
But your lack of personality is from within.

Delve into a century, 
Water laced with hosery, 
Makes me puke from my inner sanctum.
Wrap it up with latex, 
Watch it on you Betamex, 
Dangle your salmon from the back of the car.

Trapsing through you hologram museum,
Nothing's realer than your stupid prism.
When you're running from the jism and your feet seem to fail, 
Just lean back and let it rail you.

{POETRY}