Titans of Industry

I hope the salary pleases I hope the suit’s a good fit I hope that big house makes you smile ‘Cause you sure made a racket of this Developing poison to make us feel good Exploiting weakness whatever the cost Researching drugs that just take the edge off Hooking them in and then leaving them … More Titans of Industry

Who are You?

Who do you think you are? After that bowtie, after the hair? Who is the person residing Behind all the makeup and care? What do you think? No. Rather, believe? What keeps you up at night That makes you look back, consider, or leave? The mask, the façade, the whatever It’s all just a sham, … More Who are You?

Survive

What fire burns, deep within When darkness falls, and days are grim What ember lives, while others wain Choked in silence, succumbed to pain What force shall hold, as others die Stuck, complacent, teethe and writhe What echo sounds, when others fade Like leaves of autumn, drift away What branch grows old, as others fall … More Survive

Family Ties

It’s times such as these When you want to say please What more can I do? What else will appease? All you want is a pat Maybe “Hey, way to go” Or “I’m proud of you, son” “It’s hard work, that I know” But none of it fits Beyond all my wits I can’t do … More Family Ties

The Tiki Torches: 3

“Alright, everyone. This evening we have an excellent opportunity to show these people just what we mean. We’ve tolerated centuries of oppression, decades of condescension, and countless years of bigotry! I say unto you all, stand up for your rights! Stand up for your freedoms! Stand up for the God Given, inherent capabilities of existing … More The Tiki Torches: 3

The Other Side

Oh my freakin’ God, guys Here we go again Just throw the leather ball, dude My team – it needs a win You really aren’t oppressed, guys And my moneys on the line  So if you don’t deliver, then I’m trading you next time Leave politics to them, bro ‘Cause no one really cares Just … More The Other Side

The Tiki Torches: 2

“YEEEEEHAW!” Driving crazily through the backwoods of a Tennessee highway, Joe and Carl are having the time of their lives in their ’91 Chevy S-10. “Built Ford tuff motha fuckas!!” Joe shouts out of the passenger window, can of Natty Ice in hand. “Joe, this here’s a damn Chev Ro Lay!” Carl asserts, punching his … More The Tiki Torches: 2