E = MC²

E = MC²

Is this is a civilization on a death march

To nowhere or to its own demise

While it covers its eyes

With endless lies

Shilly-shallowing sighs

Amidst the moaning and groaning

Of luxuriant over-muscled thighs

Penetrated by a penis bred for size

The soul of humanity cries

As a flood-water of tears subsides

And abides the great social divides

A future driven past that can outlast

The delusive mental outcast

Of rhyme and time

To claim the immortal

As its porthole

The sages of the ages

Are its wages

As time itself rages

Through its evolutionary stages

On a plain we call life

That’s rife with strife

No sex without a wife

A catfight in Hell

For Tinkerbell

The sight, the sound, the smell

Make the peckerwood swell

Enough to tell and re-tell

Put up for sale and resale

Life on the edge at retail

While on the Costa del Sol yachts sail

As the plebeians wail and tell their tale

No end in sight

To the fright

Of this end-time sight

Due to some slight

Anomalies of the wee

Who can’t pee but want to see

In we and thee

All that they can be or not be

In the midst of this great sounding sea

Where there is no Anabelle Lee

For me, we, or thee

So I take my leave

I say adieu

To those I knew

So very few who

On the wing of life flew

Over the coocoo’s nest

You know the rest

For living zest to be the best

Passing the test at being a pest

To the rich and few

Blamed for creating this stew

The wandering Jew too

Gets thrown into the brew

A witches sabbath

A caldron or two

Big enough for me and you

As greenhouse gasses

Boil our asses

Angry old men

Beautiful lasses

Just part of the tired, hungry, wretched masses

Without boarding  passes

For Mars One when the Earth is done

Starship Wall Street to the beyond

A new world for money

Filled with milk and honey

A rocket ride into the future

Or so it is sold

By entrepreneurs so bold

For cash quite cold and old

Money is the best

For such a cosmic quest

That will not rest

As long as there is a zest

Not for giving and forgiving

But just plain old living

A paradise for fools

And culpable tools

A frozen planet for their grave

It’s humanity they should save

So that history can rave

And a highway for their genomes to pave

Like a cosmic wave and disco rave

Energy and matter

The Universe to splatter

Black and white

Left and right

Ignorance and sight

Up and down

Penny and pound

Sterling and whirling

Dervishes all

Who have heard the call

To prayer for all who stood tall

To the back of beyond and the lost horizon

That’s always a rising and the holy comprising

Theorizing and resizing

Maybe even compromising

The world as thought

The Word a thought

(In the mind of God,

Winkin, blinkin, and nod)

As we’ve been sort of taught

With our will held taught    

The wise have sought

A truth never to be bought

Only in pure anguish to be wrought

In that forest of the night

There be indeed main and might

A weak slender reed called insight

A sword in the stone

Is mine to own

Happy to call it my only home

From Rome did I roam

Silk from a loam

Tome to a poem

The Word a turd

That had to be heard

By human cattle

Now Wall Street’s chattel

No more to fight or ever give battle

Just waiting for their own death rattle

The woman in the saddle

Who herds the cattle

Can preach and prattle

From her tower of Babel

Babylon the Great

Kingdom of hate

Those without a mate

Are in a sorry assed state

The bald shinny pate

Seeks the cattle to rate

Slaughter their fate

At no set date

We are time

And make it rhyme

With words like slime

In order to climb

An Everest of sorts

A reality that comports

With no other reports

The Cosmos it supports

Wriggles and contorts

Consciousness is being

Without anyone ever seeing

The brain, the mind

One of each kind

Inner, outer, even behind

Consciousness is thought

So it has been taught

Never to be bought

But painfully sought

Held taught

For eternity wrought

The lame and the haught

Whose sins are naught

What we had always thought

Crimes against the species

Very, very specious

The lame, the haught, the blind

Folks of my own kind

The rejects of history

Woven into the new mystery

Relics with a cause

That made the Earth pause

Religion their invention

To destroy sacred convention

Their world as will to power

Is maybe even more dour

And every bit as sour

In regard to some final hour of power

That will make the race cower

As they take a cold shower

High up in their tower

Babel-just a fable

A world to win

From the fable they spin

Better to bark like Rin-Tin-Tin

Than to commit this sin

A pig in a poke

A life that a joke

Or maybe take a toke or two

With the few

Who made this brew

And infernal stew

For me and you

Don’t blame the few

How about me and you

Reason is treason

In this perilous season

Better to be sneezing

Good blow

Ho, ho, hoe

Time will blow

As a jolly good hoe

Riding a seven headed beast

Heads into the East

At the sound of her thunder

Humanity rent asunder

Pereus takes up his shield to sunder

The Gorgon’s head a world wide wonder

In an Elysian field

The Oracle of Delphi

Did not reply

Just sigh

Her long, final, sad good-bye

In the sweet bye & bye

She or I

Could never lie

In a pig’s sty

Without a cup of barley-rye

Orpheus to adore

And the Sacred Whore

Who’ve gone through that time door

That we need to restore

To its place in heaven

By eating the bread without leaven

The holy number seven

In dice will suffice

A wedding with rice

Would also be nice

A few church mice

Some cider and spice

The Earth tilts off its axis

Without such a praxis

Time the illusion

Creates much confusion

Over the existential need

To sow our seed

And write such screed

So please take heed

As I do plead

This newborn creed

Comes from smoking weed

As woman asserts her power

Some dudes get quite dower

They want to cower

Under Babel’s tower

Praying and baying

Without ever saying

What’s up their ass

Besides methane gas

This too shall pass

Easy to blame

On him the shame

An excuse quite lame

From a sheeple too tame

The Tower of Babel

Now Trump Tower

America reduced to a mere rump state

Based on Red-neck hate

At this late date

Cannot rate a new blank slate

Or wrangle from destiny

A different sad fate

It’s just too late

For us to wait

We’ll take the bait

And our anger thus sate

John Brown the clown

As he rode into town

With a great big frown

That went all around

The world in a tizzy

Made the slavers dizzy

He died like a man

Who had eaten some ham

Hit his bottom and wham-

Schizzam

Let the freedom belles ring

Ding-a-dong-ding

Let humanity swing

And at last really sing

Its cool to rule

But only a fool

Would drool for such power

For more than an hour

Then it gets sour

The price to be paid

For not getting laid

Enough said

Let the energy of the atom

Be over-matched with the energy of the orgone

Love as the savior

We should be happy to savoir

Let this be the flavor

Of this great godly favor

Let nature’s way

Humanity sway

Eros over tanthos

Orpheus released from his underworld

Or

Is this a civilization

On a death march

To nowhere

Or to its own sad demise

Never ever to rise

From a mountain of lies

Lamentations, sad cries, regrettable sighs

From beautiful thighs

The love of war is the filth of the whore

A religion of hate that is out of date

Capitalism run amok

Makes everything suck

What the whole wide world needs is

A really good fuck

Let nature’s way

Finally hold sway

Forever and a day

Ever to stay