(gostraighttohell)

I stole this note book from a friend.
Your scheming to steal this flag.
Market it en mass brand.
I won't sit at god right hand.
Not if he's draped in a US flag.
Huge disproportionate breasts painted with star spangled hands.
Take more and more.
No cheap proxy whore.
They have feelings too.
Just like soldiers.
You think honestly they want to fight in the name of war?
Face burnt off or do you truly not care?
oil crushed form an olive branch.
Blood squeeze from a sunny hot stone.
You think we really want to walk through that door?
Singing rebel songs for ears that don't care.
Dying in throngs. Dis-ease and dis-pair.
Go straight to hell boys.
I imagine it as Mr. Joe would have said it.
From what I have read.
We stole these songs.
We stole this heart and the after echo of throbs.
Watch them play, out on the desert below.
Hell beneath us.
Ask calmly for identification.
I say cosmopolitan and for now, real.
those who don't know need to stop living by what they see on television.
Others know but don't know enough to explain.
I am not sure who I am.
Just eternally restless eyes.
Jumping from sight to sight. From am to pm.
Eager young boy in an old mans bank.
I stole this note book from a friend. I don't know why. I don't remember exactly and when.
You though, you have a definite plan.
I won't sit at god right hand. Be tatooed read white and blank.
You can go straight to hell boys.
Culture killers, forgetters, more than just bloody hands.