House of Paine

i wanna be..... con-cen-trated

so 
this morning
 i find myself
 readin  an article
in something 
i think
 called
  " the gripe vine "
or maybe the "dope  vine "
     about
  a "350 million dollar" 
 halliburton contract 
to build ......
domestic
      "detention centers"

for what ???
 
  a  future
     "immigrant emergency" 

hee hee hee 

but folks 
we don't got no stinking future immigrant emergency

right ???

but we doooooo got ....
                    radical  dissenters 
                                  eh cheech  ??

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ah 
how this  full breasted
        prog-rad bove-rat tale 
 takes me back....

 yet another episode 
in that  
no light at the end of the tunnel 
 woodstockian   
  most beloved shared fantasy 

where the corporate  state 
is fixin'
  to toss
all  soulful
 ultra guilty 
  secular humanist- 
turn left for liberation types
behind barbed wire ....
           
          

    " i wanna be on a slave ship too
 i wanna be in a death camp too
i wanna be brain washed too
tortured condemned to earthly hell
                    me too  me too too too...."




okay okay 

in the end
 we'll  all be anti raptured

snatched away 
by ....
cadre of a dark totalizing 
                    murderous dogma 

 our
       dc/marvel induced 

                new  revelation 

calls for us aware ones 
suddenly to
           to to to to.... disappear ....

  
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and so there's a  danger  in this

this moral masturbation turned loco ....

well no ....not really

as you open your eyes 
and from the distance of most pb's from
the sharp parts of the klass struggle 

social reality seems entranced
trickling along 
   day after day 

this can't be all thats happening  here ????

there are black powers at work in the world 

read the paper look at haiti and and sudan 

but 
where's "my"
           social  monsoon ????

 so  commenceth
   the  one man rain dancin 
and  
with it
 the  mutually propping opposite
days of flatness days of smiles 
hence 
the wishin apon a dark star

but not an avenger

 a monster unleashed from 
the board rooms secret fenced in areas 

oddly enough more often to strike themselves down
then the it folks

that type of revenge is not for the meritoids

 but the de-merit klassers 
losers..... flat out losers
and their lethal brown shirted brethren
the subconciously
 self disappointed 
the only half way there
 stuck and slippin guyz 

where's my large automobile ???

they get their jolly from 
wide screen slaying 
of stuffed shirts
and slaterns of great wealth

  skinny or fat
  a spangle of jewels
        "work done " whores
    and their the big whig  tower office suitmen  

nope  none of  this destruction of the
other
for these  prog rads 
nope 
by  
a twist of their own brand of sorcery 
leaping out at them  
    where spontaneous struggle languishes 
right  out of
 ho hum ain't nothin happenin'
   boredom  BOOOOOOOOOO
and thus 
comes the rush and thrill
  of  manic  such overpowering
                  social  nightmares 

the cyclopes am comin for us keeeeds 


i needn't add:

  such head storms 
 no matter how  big and vivid 
               are for shit....... mates 
won't even
  buy a cup a coffee
      for the real struggle