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Silbomerda Fischiocide
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Carol of Rage
07:28
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Jolly fat men in red suits joyously fondle our children, between bouts of false laughter spat in their faces like venom. Their only desire is to know what greed lies in the hearts of our young; to give them false hope for (yet another) imaginary god to grant their petty wishes. They sit on their thrones in our temples of greed amidst phony snow, and fairytales made of plastic, adorned with tiny lights that twinkle like cubic zirconia. They are a mocking monument to our frivolous desires. A festive display, set up to encourage our slavery to the empty dreams fed to us by the armies of marketing.
We consume the fecal offerings of our bloated corporate giant overlords as foul maggots feasting on the flesh of any bloated rotting corpse.
Instead we should cast off these invisible chains from our minds, rise up against this sick joke, gather together in force, as mobs of sanity, and drag these overfed department store tyrants down from their thrones at the mall, smash to dust the foul peppermint candy hooks that they would stick in our mouths as "treats" to snare us with. We should drag these imposter kings by their fake beards, out of the malls, and into the streets, and spill their lying, festering blood in the gutter where it belongs. Disembowel them and hang their intestines on our mantels, to see what gifts may appear in them come morning. Decapitate these Santa Clauses, and sing songs of joy and togetherness with our families, as we roast their bones in a fire to keep us warm through a bright new winter of freedom, undefiled by million dollar ad campaigns, and their fake promise of price tagged happiness.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
jingle bells
jingle bells
jingle all the way
oh what fun
it is to ride
in a one horse open sleigh, hey!
five gooooooooold rings!
four calling birds
three french hens
two turtle doves
and a partridge
in
a
pear
tree!
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Homeless
03:09
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people that don't have homes
when i look in their eyes
i see sadness
They don't have enough money to pay the rent
because they don't have good jobs
why don't they have good jobs?
because they're not getting a good education
because of WAR GAMES!!!
they make me feel dumb and i'm pissed off
I hate you Ronald Reagan!
Homeless
People that don't have homes
When I see Bush's eyes
I see Reagan's
Nothing's changed
no kindler, gentler nation
Cardboard box home!
how do you get a job,
without a phone, or clothes?
without a place
to call your own?
This country sucks!
Homeless...
Homeless...
Homeless...
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I was watering my rose garden and you walked by my place
I almost ran up to you in a lustful, unsensitive haste
I almost cried cause I acted so insensitive
But I wanted you to know about the feather-soft warmth I could give
I respect your feelings
I respect your gender
I respect your existence
I'll always be tender
Cause I respect your feelings
As a woman and a human
I'll be the pansy-growing gardener of our bouquet of love
A flower-wielding soldier with the grace of a dove
I'll love you all, heart, mind and soul, I'd never think of anything cheap
I'll read you some of my poems before you go to sleep
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