A New Rome ;The "Jest" in Jesters

6/22/2007

I implore you, what are we to do?
As the Americans,
The words of honor and respect
Only whispered in the prefix of DIS-
Or upon the dieing of our troops inside the domineering ambiance of a five thousand dollar high definition TV screen...
The family of which, are compensated with face valued gimmicks.
The constitution, the back bone of America, is continually fucked, shat and bled on to;
Until the sacrament it was written upon, can only be read by the eyes of the true Americans:
Thieves,
Con-artists,
And the cartel, be it the Yakuzas, crips, bloods, Arian brotherhood, these dregs' vestige will remain-
They are what we represent-
"Ourselves" non-other, no other, just our selves-
In every facet of this post-modernistic pirate siege mentality –
We eat and breathe to screw….
And we continue to screw over all who stands in the way of our mean free path -science-
As the Poor's cries, turn to screams for a revolution; that cannot be won in the streets with guns,
American presidency prays to the for-fathers sitting in the sky to squeeze out a waggery nut on the flag ,and force it down the worlds throat ; they where thinking about a piece of American pie, but Jason Biggs already invited the ,"why"?-
This is a REVOLUTION! Its not in them, it's not in our lands, or in tariffs or brands; It's This! It's in you, as it is in me, spark the powder keg cramped in your mind, and watch yours selves glow amongst the soiled bull shit…
-Freedom looks in-