Miss Jackson

That’s the way love goes, 

nasty boy 

but what have you done for me lately?

Call ya’ Neil Armstrong with the way you get me spacey.

I’m twirling in the purple rain and it tastes like grape Nerds,

Skimming through the names, all the blurbs are words.

In the latter days, boys on the ladder had ways

Of making you consider pleasures

From candlelight to scissors.

But now the pandemic is epidemic and not even the panopticon can see me through.

The Veronicas covered The Scorpions,

The Simpsons became The Sopranos,

Everywhere I go, gotta be on the lookout for

Dropping pianoes.  

I could blame it on Dingoes but there was no baby to consume,

Guess it was just at an early age I heard

The call of the loon.

     And then he walks in from the other room…  

Chargemaster

Guess you leaked that shit, 

unusually suspecting, 

reflecting something.

In that line-up of Freddy Kruger, Jason, Michael Myers, Chucky, Gargamel and Rattlesnake Jake.

I’ll take

T.I.M.E.

Temps temporarily in the parking-lot

and we ain’t got a lot but talk.

You took all our gold.

Children all get sold to a system that has no ears to listen to common sense

The pretense is that we elect our officials

But officially it comes to us at some expense

It’s the banks that lent, that rent

It’s the banks that are toilet, that are plumber

And my Social Security Number is a Serial Number

It’s only so long before I wind-up on ice,

Even the tag on my toe will have a price,

While I’m alive, it’ll be come, go & stop__

Weather I like it or not__

__we’re just temps temporarily in the parking-lot.