Hi.
My name is CHUCK BRADLEY.
I've been kidnapped.
I was taken from the PLOW.
The bad guys have me now.
My wife is a rotten sow.
They burn my left nut.
In my chest they made a cut.
A gas I made from my butt.
But ...
I'm fine ...
I'm okay.
Thanks.
Hi.
My name is Deborah Simms.
I've been murdered.
I was standing by the gate
waiting for my date
he said his name was Nate
I said "well, that's great"
we danced the night
we danced till day
I asked to go home
he said "okay"
We arrived back at my door
he called me a whore
he cut my throat
he stood there with that affect
that gloat
and NOTE
I simply drifted away
but I'm okay
I'll be fine
you'll be with me
at the end of time.
Thanks.
144,000
144,000 will be saved
fallen heroes by the grave
morbid tones will be played
every pilgrim has a shave
Don't forget the thing he saw
grab your woman by the bra
break the door and steal the car
drive to RENO
see the SHAH
Mountains fall
ravens call
mothers bawl as tears rush down
the ground breaks
the world shakes
kingly serpents make blood cakes
Dumpling deal
stew congealed
crowds reel from the clown
brown flows
the city glows
families executed
at the center of town
A sea disturbed
by the squall
pirate ship
standing tall
taking turns
lightning urns
a wicked churn
the mainsail stalls
God is standing
He sees the storm
forming
arriving
leaving
returning
breaking the wheel
He doesn't care how you feel
the toil and sweat
every bet
through their loss
it is revealed
A wind will blow
starting soft
the wise men smile
the bitter scoff
the light is warm
beyond the storm
all with conform
to the TRUTH HE KNOWS.
Boiled Frogs
Boiled frogs ...
Boiled frogs can jump out.
But they don't know what's happening.
I know what's happening.
I can't jump out.
Boiled frogs are remembered.
They don't remember themselves.
I am not remembered.
I don't exist.
Boiled frogs endure.
They die but there are more.
Always more.
From that WHORE called nature.
Bounding forth
with hopeful arc
swimming and playing
always sure
the boiled frog endures.
I do not endure.
I wither away.
Dust that is discarded
someday.