Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
I'll edit the last one when it's done. here's an add on to keep the train moving.
No longer an animal I feel cold emotion
Heightened by my confusion of what I hear in song
What I see in waves
And the clay I touch with latex gloves
Covering my fingertips.
Inside the shell I sit taking a silicon shit
Pissing wires and nails through gritted teeth
Then the payoff comes,
Ah sweet relief
Still an animal I suppose
Wandering the jungle streets with covered toes,
A masked nose, the real world closed.
How does the natural get through to me?
Slipping through firewalls?
Dancing through customs halls?
Is it sold in our shopping malls?
Is the hunger I feel there because I’ve eaten too much
Or am I the one who needs a crutch?
Foolishly, animals stay true to themselves
And they’re all in zoos, not caring or knowing what to do.
The animal is unpure, unpatriotic, and unholy.
It has no religion, it has no civility.
And it leaves no waste or pestilence behind.