Birth of a Leader
this
twisted abalone shell
whose
lips
curled round
the writhing black linguini interstate
Hot breath burnin!!!!
burnin hot!!!!!
[is that all you got?!!
IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!]
And bush bent over for the devil
because he liked it!
like he likes the
Satanic whips descending
on snakeskin buttocks
mule fucked
and blood wet
To the tune of
natural things
turned into cinderblocks and shit
He’s got the numbers hidden under his hair
tattooed by demons in vitro-embryo
when Barbara got the ectoplasmic astral-hyena
enema
visitation
Up the backdoor
Into the secret clubhouse
Republican living room
[“is it just me or does something smell really bad in here?]
something
crawled up in here and died
Just before
George W.
got shit out on to a Petri dish
In the basement of the illuminati castle laboratory
Somewhere to the Midwest
Of Geneva
Sail on.....
Sail on...you ship of lies and
useless things
Into the middle of the river of darkness
And sink within
Patrick Willis narrates:
With Apologies to Ferlinghteti
lost in the bushes
with the WMDs
and all that compassion
running like the clap from
an infected dick
and everybody lost and nothing got found
back in the day
when the lies seemed so real
but were not enough to win
so they let the court steal the country
and the heart and the mind
as the neo-cons got up as one
to kiss his red behind
spanked in private
kissed in public
and came all over himself
couldn’t remember where or when
hum a few bars
I’ll get back to you
Do lunch
Do your wife and kids too
If you
Fuck around
all the kiddies that got left behind
along with truth
justice
and the American Way
getting skull-fucked by
Spiderman
Cock-blocked by the frogs
On the Champs Elysses
lost in the bushes
and fucked behind the bushes
and discovered in the bushes
somebody needs to beat the bushes
till the tigers appear
♫and the beast ran away on the spear ♫
Halliburton
and Venell
up on the hooks
drying in the sun
Justice jerky
“Did it make your nipples tough?”
Got to be a Lecter moment
while the twins hit the bongs
could be from Laura’s dimebag
go to girl in college
dead man on the highway
and the Iraqi children bring the water home
that shimmering radioactive water
from the nuclear containers
that they found in the caverns
while we
were protecting
the oil ministry
and the museums were smashed and looted
and someone’s
having tea with Osama
on the beach at Tripoli
WMD’s sitting in sun-chairs on the sun blasted shore
of purple mountains travesties
Maui Jim sunglasses and
cocktails at six
with the great whore
of Babylon
who squats on the banks of the Potomac
where the necessary work gets done
and the vultures soar
over the looted plains
the blasted limbs of children
that will never dance again
in the streets of Baghdad
As Nintendo jet fighter pilot bush
lands on the aircraft carrier
with his sock stuffed crotch
packed like a Piñata
waiting for history
to kick him in the nuts
“Bad Leroy Bustin’ Caps”
no actual caps were injured in this simultaneous outpouring.
if you can't follow this break out a copy of Fruity Loops and mixmast your ass into the realm of unforgettable I wish I could do that air-rap fantasy midnight idol gasoline inflamed saturday night special (PEACH SCNAPPS ENHANCED ALSO MAIDEN VOYAGE IN THE AFTERMATH OF 2CB-J...VERY COOL.. IN RETROSPECT I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE ALL THIS BUT YOU KNOW, THERE IT IS.
see whut IT IS
un huh what it is
i come into the block white non-homeboy
not ganged up...looking fish country
but, could talk
could fight
just like it was in real life and not in this
made up rap for commercial release
this one is made up rap for commercial release
yeah, I went up on a hard two to ten
if I was good they give the nickel back again
less worries when I go look for a job
uh huh
less worries when I go look for a job
says here you get a nickel back
but I'm not thinking about that
becaus right now in my
mental penitentiary
the rules are different you got to play
the song my way
just like it really was
oh yeah, i'm living proof
just like it really was
had a tattoo on my arm that said inshallah
muslim saw this whilst i was back-slapping off some part of a group who played----
---their look this way while i fuck you in the ass
capers which i tumbled to and did a surprising flamenco- off the cuff caporeira paco delucia enhanced double back at you thunderfuck
and the muslim said cease and desist
what is the meaning of this
and i said just what it says..
whatever god wills and i threw in a few bismillahiroCKman'sirahim's i don't know what comes next
just like it was
in real life
and not in this penitentiary of the mind
so they thought cause i said the palestinians had a right to a statehood that i was cool
meanwhile, the nazi skinhead contingent
of the aromatic body enhancing
not prone to desirable human contact
groping... dug my perceived anti-jew
not true
i expect i could find one i like
it's a taste you get accustomed to...
piss yu off good...push any buttons yet?
oh trust me there are buttons i haven’t pushed yet
i see right fucking through ya
uh huh...just like it really was
just like it really is
in this mental penitentiary see I got some cachet
i proved i could fight and i hate everybody
so that can't be bad in here
but that's not quite how it was
i was much nicer than that ...when i could afford it- otherwise i warned people who never paid any fucking attention anyway
so...like i said
i got some cachet in my mind
and unless you have actually faced down bad leroy with his pounding klipsch-horn enhanced dick speaking in tongues
then you just part of this bad poetry caravanserai
this unending bordello of unrequited masquerade
is that my lovers lips?
is that my lovers mind?
read it back to me slowly
while i admire the expanse of my endless behind
just like it really
so, cut to the chase
in my mental penitentiary
new fish come in today george bush
cocky for a white boy
looks like he might know sumit
walks likes he's connected
if he is
we ain't heard of it
word is, in here, man gotta prove his shit
or that man a bitch
man can lone gun and walk away
but he got to clean his plate when yo deliver it
so george he comes in all high in the saddle
my daddy this, my daddy that, and karl rove turn on the lights here
in this place where the sun never shines
and i have fucking been there and so
yeah sometimes the sun does shine
but don't expect it will call on you today
when i remembered, huh
this is this punk ass bitch was president of the united states
this was this lying theivin, run away from his cushy deferment vietnam evading career landing dick enhanced robotroid don't you wish your daughter would marry somebody like me worthless piece of shit pretending posturing side of the mouth talking got no fucking friends in this jailhouse dead man walking or worse...much worse
in this penitentiary of the mind from the miserable rotting fucking you don't want to know what kind of scum lives here in this penitentiary of the mind...
and i'll clue ya
this is the way it really will be
in the moments now being orchestrated for his special lord faultenroy and attendant beasts
let this ongoing poem be just as passionate and violent an uproar
as i may create
but there is a seething foment in the pustulence beneath
and so you will
hear the next version
of this
and you will hear the next version
of this
unless of course (it's poetry after all- loophole
no need for the disclaimer kiss my ass)
you get brass knuckles back i speak for a whole lot of angry mother fuckers
and since you don't know the meaning of fair play
maybe you will appreciate when we do it your way
lies
intimidation
slander
get in my range motherfucker
oh but george you are
here
in the penitentiary of the mind
when they made plans to take you out
(copy the secret service on this re...penitentiary of the mind...undisclosed location...george is in trouble guns don't work)
when they went to take you out
they came to me george
asked me if i wanted first up
ya know george i'm basically non-sexual prison wise
just like it really was
but i got to make an exception
so they brought you to me george
your white fishbellied butt winking in the 60watt bulb dangling in erie reminiscence of some forgotten film noir where my heart was broken..
...
but that poor ceramic figurine
is endlessly tumbling now
like the snow in citizen kane
and you can kiss the rosebud of my tormenting ass
cause you're mine now goergeree
gottacha
gioereorej
gotcchaha
in the peni..t.t.t.t.t.tentiary of the mind
and I'M HARD NOW GEORGE I'M HARD
LIKE I'VE NEVER BEEN FOR A MAN
SO HELP ME GOD
AND YOU SQUEAL LIKE THE PIG YOU ARE
WHEN I DELIVER THE PORK TO YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS CRYSTALINE BEHIND...NO LUBRICANT GEORGE
DO YOU MIND???
OH PLEASE, PLEASE MIND...
IT EXCITES ME SO IN THIS PENITENTIARY OF THE MIND
LA LOI DONT LE REGNE VOUS EPOUVANTE A SON GLAIVE LEVE SUR VOUS FRAPPERA TOUS, LE GENRE HUMAIN A BESOIN DE CET EXAMPLE..
oh, that's right yu don spik french
too bad
big leroy is going to interpret
so george..mr white boy supreme now in this tank fulla we find out right now what you got or you givvin it up know what i mean?
and your punk ass got no respect in this world
i'll be the livin witness of that
watch your back?
you ain't got no back
sept what i'm pile drivin into you except for
when i relax like that
you in the penitentiary of the mind asshole
we ain't got the in house sound system like we like it yet
but you ougta hear your fat friend rove yodel, yeah, he's next door
dick's gone...i'm sorry to say
big Leroy used his dick as the kiss of life
mighta got in tha way
so i gotta ask you george
you like it when i do it slow like this
or do you like it when i fuck you really hard like you been doing everybody else until now
big wake up call huh? mr i used to be the president of the united states and now you crying for your satan worshippin momma and aint' this a kick in the ass
cause it's satan that got you now
it's your very best friend right here with you ALL THE WAY TO THE END...A...L..L....TH...E WAAAAAAAAY AH HAH HAH HAH HAH
YOU KNOW GEORGE I GOT TO QUIT
MY HEART AIN'T IN IT
BIG LEROY YOU GOT SUMPIN YOU WANNA SAY?
WELCOME TO THE BIG TIME MR PRESIDENT
WELCOME TO THE FUTURE
EVEN THOUGH IT AIN'T CAUGHT UP YET
WELCOME TO HOW IT REALLY IS
AND HOW IT DO PLAY
IN THIS PENITENTIARY OF THE MIND (CLOSED CAPTIONS MULTI LANGUAGE ENABLED..NOT SIMULATED...REAL ACTORS WERE USED AND WILL BE USED AGAIN AND AGAIN)
in the penitentiary of the mind...yeah george i'm fucking and humiliatin you every way i know and i will do worse until you come after me and i wish everyone else would do the same
until the sound was so loud
the oceans roar and the thunder would be just
sand rubbing their knuckles together in my mothers hands
back when i still believed this was a decent land
back when i still believed in god
and now i know it's just up to us
and maybe that is god after all
cause i could never..no matter how you have shamed the human race you fucking traitor
i could never disavow that still small voice...inside...
oh i hear it like angels dancing across glass
never did fabric rustle so...
it is you isn't it???
i hope so
in this penitentiary of the mind
lots of hopes and dreams here lord
lotsa childs left behind
i'm coming george...i'm coming and i wont stop and you can crush every fucking voice in the world and still this will ring high and clear above everything you and your robots seek to control...you can't stamp out human freedom..
especially not in the name of freedom...and our voices grow every day.
and not
just in
this
penitentiary of the mind...kma
Patrick Willis narrates:
