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Works by Tattooed Dad.

Did you hear that?

That loud noise last night was the Democratic Party losing the election. Obama voted for the bill that took the 4th Amendment, tore it into little bits, stomped on it, pissed on it, and then used it to line the cage of an incontinent rabid dog. He thusly sent the horde of people who actually pay attention screaming away, and proved there is no politician who is to be trusted. Those people who will now direct their support elsewhere, or simply not bother to vote, will give the Republicans the margin to win. Four more years…

Of losing freedoms. Four more years of poorly run war. Four more years of corporate handouts. Four More years of bullshit.

Four More years (written by Kory Clarke of Warrior Soul)
Playing wild, the dying children
From the gutter they spawn
A life created of indignation
Pride and seeker pause
Pig city, oil creation
Over sex-dosed the junk machine crawls
Missing is the laughter, from the death bus
While the eternal human war rages on

Can you believe how little you care?
The friendly face of the empire leader
Conquest of style, ego hate
Walk amongst the dogs
While the violence kills the declined state

Have you eaten today?
Iam glad
Your digestion is the sorrow of the hungry
So tired of rejection and stupidity

Cut away to Grey man
Isolation room, a crowd gathers
Fade to riot, As the furor screams deliverance
The claws of the predatory corporation dig deep
into the niave religion culture
Acceptance, blind virtue
their reason taunts the absurd
The beggar, he feeds the anger
As you burn sorrow’s last word

Pain create the answer holy
Learn the lesson passion learned
Hate the teachers, oh so saintly
I kiss the pyre as it burned

Our need flows on, but we feel nothing
While emotion kills with no remorseful deathblow from Jesus
Only you can turn the key
to unlock the tortured riches inside your soul
And find the reason we live

Like some sort of God rejection
Place the blame on heads that turn
You watch the dagger rip through masses
As wheat and grain and corn
dry into a hatred reality,
screaming into a vengeful pit
Pitiful scream!!

The heart goes forward hating
Wanting life that cannot be attained
Justice seeker, pray for vengeance
The purist life is marred and staind

I want the World to heal
Iwant the world to love
But it cannot

4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years…

First released in 1990, this piece of work is even more valid today with the sins of the son.

Loss of Context

Floating, floundering.
No basis for reality.
Translation fails.
Speak with Simple.
Meaning Misconstrued.
Stand up.
Knock down.
A bowling pin?
For the Gods?

Who am I and just what did I do with myself, anyway?

Kinda Like “Hello, me, it’s me again.”

Brownie Points to anyone who gets that reference.

How little things change…

When I was younger, I thought that we/I could change the world. How wrong was I?

15 years ago I wrote this. Near as I can tell, every single thing still applies.
Fuck. How do we get people to wake up and act cohesively?

The End

This is the end of our world
Life and time coming to a close
Armageddon on the horizon
“Civilization” on the brink
Overpopulation racism
Oh god I need a drink
Lullabies as we sing ourselves to sleep
Freedom fleeting as the moral minority
Imposes its twisted values upon us
Peace moves like stagnant waters
Electronic Images capture intelligence
Drive it to moronic bliss
Revolution Anarchism
Oh god try to think
Authority sends imagination away
While bureaucracy chokes us on red tape
Plastic people shown reality faked
Media overlords poison the truth
Filling the children’s future
With historical inaccuracies
Corrupt politicians preach
Disguised fascism
Oh god my sanity’s on the brink
My time
Our world
Winter has arrived
The End has come
Say Goodbye

MSA MAR41992