whatareyouthinking

Send the check to the ministry-
Churn out alms like a factory-
Mismatched and discontented-
Detached and disconnected-

Mindless militants lament what they perceive
Spitting on our skin with venomous phlegm
All hiding behind their march of signs
Which tell us nothing at all about them

Witless armchair activists, witness their world
From a box or the books on their bathroom shelves
And they catch their flies with piss
While pouring honey on them selves

Charities of Fire-
As the world turns ablaze
Reaching for a hand out
To pull me from this maze
Charities of Fire-
The flame that feeds the flame
In spinning social circles
I wish I had your name

They’re saving face for those without a face
They’re sending hugs yet leaving no embrace
They’re loving space but liking not their place
They’re hating rats but loving the rat race

But a bird-in-hand, their burning bush
Though a burdened hand not worth too much
Nor a bleeding heart that pumps dry blood
On the burning hand that cries out
for a personal touch

Charities of Fire-
As the world turns ablaze
Reaching for a hand out
To pull me from this maze
Charities of Fire-
The flame that feeds the flame
In spinning social circles
I wish I knew your name

© 2008 J. Marshall

Let’s take a stab at your amygdala
Stick you in the ass with an Epi Pen
Infuse your eyes with fury and fear
As your soul sears with adrenaline

Chase your coffee with a slice of dread
Till we fill your room with doom at Noon
And more at six and more at eleven
And more of the same still coming up soon

There’s a Carnival of Evil—
For all the world to see
Exploiting the exploited
In the papers, on TV
There’s a Carnival of Chaos—
Feeding all your fears
Distorting what’s distorted
Changing how your world appears

It’s prime time once again to serve you
Your portion of disproportion
We set the trap, ease into your chair
And get psyched for your psyche’s contortion

Piece by piece we’re stealing your peace
And replacing it all with more crap
We’ll keep playing the harp as we harp on you
Until your heart strings snap

There’s a Carnival of Evil—
For all the world to see
Exploiting the exploited
In the papers, on TV
There’s a Carnival of Chaos—
Feeding all your fears
Distorting what’s distorted
Changing how your world appears

They’ve tainted our world and painted it black
But let’s take the world and paint it back!

© 2008 J. Marshall