Cut My Mic

The cat’s in the cradle
and the bullet wound is fatal
and this soup needs a ladle
get your feet off of the table

stop dancing around
take this pill and go to town
and don’t let them get you down
you were lost but I have found

that the truth is in the cards
measure miles not just yards
find the glass house left in shards

slit your wrists and cry for blood
drag their family through the mud
let’s go hunt with Elmer Fudd

shoot them all and crack the code
take a drag while you reload
go pound salt and lick a toad

having visions of birdcages
while they’re slaughtering our sages
standing naked on these stages

staring out at empty crowds
cut his mic he’s too damn loud
and to the king he’s never bowed

get on your knees and kiss the dirt
the Whore of Babylon will flirt
will you please eat your just dessert?

there’s too much frosting on this cake
it came out of an Easy-Bake
go eat some fruit for heaven’s sake
and swim with fishes at the lake

then dive down deep and hold your breath
and fill these lungs with store bought meth
shit, shower, shave, prepare for death

look to the sky it’s raining ice
go scratch your bald head full of lice
kill the men and spare the mice
the whore is back she does entice

here, take this fifty dollar bill
go drink until you’ve had your fill
then see her for one last cheap thrill
there’s no more ink left for this quill

so I will swallow every pill
and on my grave plant daffodils
sorry if you get the chills
don’t pay your taxes because it kills

countless people without wills
see little birds on window sills
forever Young, theres no more Stills

have you seen Crosby, how about Nash?
I’m dressed in black like Johnny Cash
I’ll take your money, smoke your stash
to cure this poison ivy rash

and then I’ll play the monster mash
before I go and mine potash
then float away on Afghan hash

buy magic carpets in Tabriz
then fly above the seven seas
and find a catfish covered in fleas

and a mermaid covered in oil
in paradise they claimed for royals
slit their throats we took the spoils
it’s tea time now the water boils

sweeten up with honey, raw
cut my bones with a rusty saw
fuck the jester, break his jaw
and this is all within the law

this isn’t Facebook, I don’t “Like”
I popped a tire on my bike
then broke my flip-flop on a hike
Goddammit, they just cut my mic…

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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