the market that god so mindless and cool
I'll tell the kids to smoke
the aids soaked to poke
give me a big old bag of weed
and I'll write you up a creed
tell everyone you are a saint unsainted
a star fell from the sky
got your dummie books and cliff notes
your self help drivel
tell ya how to live for awhile
if it makes your money smile
i'll write porn for kids
to read about each other
tales for a crazy cat lady
to rationalize the stench of her diseases
let me tell ya about presidents
the green house effect
the whores in Bombay
and the little boys in thailand
any damn words that you please
I have a high tolerance for sleaze
tell ya whatever
they want me to tell
prop up your crosses and bosses
challange evolution itself
I'll praise fetuses
and damn abortionists criminal
write out how to hate minorities
and immigrants
don't matter what i think or feel
the market is the only thing that is real
the
death
of
us
all
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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