 
Art, Humor, and Hate:

Volumes 1-10

©2015

Andrew Bushard

Art, Humor and Hate

Volume One

Andrew Bushard

"Freedom"

Freedom

Is it a joke

Is it really possible

Or just nonsense

I yearn for freedom

I want to be free

Is it a necessity Or just me

I will never be free

The way I am

I am trapped

In an eternal box

Where there is no freedom

Just hope

Some day I shall be free

Free to do as I please

Without persecution

Without a second guess

So let me be free

Not just in words

Freedom

Freedom from rules

Freedom from lies

Freedom from all who dies

If I shall not be free

I shall not wish to exist

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"Kill"

He beat me with a blue stick

That reeked of unwashed socks

It was not the harshness of the stick

Which knocked me out

But it was the stank of socks

That killed me dead

"Anti -Establishment"

Anti-establishment is what I am

The establishment is corrupted

And way too restrictive

Destroy the establishment

And let people be people

Do as they please

Without rules and regulations

"Motherland"

Heil to the Motherland

Heil to the Motherland

Not!

The motherland's style is disliked by me

When will it be better?

Never!

Germany

Keep your white supremacists where they belong

In Germany

"Mr. Reico"

There's a man named Bill

In the south

He recruits youngsters

His god is Adolf

He has a store

He sounds sincere

About Caucasians' interests

Damn him

And the others who follow

The Aryans must go

And there is no, no about it

Damn Mr. Reico

"DTI and FCC"*

The DTI and the FCC

They are both at fault

They both are no good

So we must do our part

Free the airwaves

City by City

Country by Country

We want the airwaves to be ours

We can do this by

Eliminating the FCC and DTI

Both must be abolished

To be like Italy

We want free airwaves to express our thoughts

Set them free

Free from regulations

Free the airwaves now!

"Legalize"

Legalize Marijuana

Legalize Cocaine Legalize them all

I am not insane

It's my life

And I can screw it up if I please

I can die if I want to

So just legalize

Legalize LSD

Let me use my acid

Let me get high

And not know where I am

Let me do all the drugs

I desire

I want to have a heart attack

So just let me

To die in cardiac arrest

Is pleasurable for me

They solve my problems

And create no more

They take me to foreign lands

Just like books

Legalize every substance

And let me use them as much as I yearn

Do not hold away my drugs

"I'm a Libertarian"

In an age of

Nonstop red tape

And bureaucratic nonsense

A libertarian emerges

I am a libertarian

What the law says I do not care

I do what's right

And not what I'm told

I am not an anarchist

Just for human rights

I think for myself

Am not another robot

In the endless procession Called life

I do not make rules for rules sakes

I make them because

They are needed

I stand up for what's right

Even if my life is on the line

The traditions of lifetimes

Have no bearing on me

Only what I think is right

And what I do is from my own thoughts

Thy Eagle

Thy standth on thy hill

Thy sights an eagle

Thy becomes greatly thrilled

Thy callth out to thy fellow man

Thy fellow man careth not about thy eagle

Only thy careth about thy eagle

Only thy lives upon thy earth

At Sea One Day

When I was at sea one day I was having quite a good time

I ate some spinach, corn, and, fish

The fish was poisoned despite my knowledge

My stomach began to make strange sounds

I thought it was slight indigestion

I popped a few sea sickness pills into my mouth

An hour later my stomach hurt more

It occurred to me it was sea sickness

I carefully vomited over the edge

Some sharks became rather angry

A few bit off a piece of the boat

My stomach was hurting more than ever

I coughed up blood

It was red

I drank half a bottle of Pepto Bismo

Immediately following the digestion of the Pepto Bismo, it came out of my mouth along with chunks green and purple alike

I observed three members of my crew blowing chunks of colors I've never seen before

There was one cure left for me to try

I ate sixteen Habanero peppers

A few minutes later severe pain occurred

My stomach was again making unusual sounds

They sounded like dynamite exploding

I quickly waddled to the boat's cook

He ,said you look under the weather

I agreed with him quite quickly for I need some important information

I inquired 'to him what he had added to our nourishment

He replied just some salt and some pepper And that I may be suffering from scurvy

And I should take more Vitamin C in the future

Just then I spotted some Strychnine

I exclaimed matey you are in trouble

I grabbed his neck very tightly

Vomit exited my mouth and entered his

I made the statement you are fired

I poetically launched him overboard

My condition was not improving

I obtained a bottle of rum

I drank 203 ounces of it

It put me out just like that

I awoke two days later to a face of a medical professional He advised me to watch the spices for quite awhile

I cried oh doctor please no

He said I must or bad things will occur

Like my stomach being pumped

Or even worse removed

Oh now today I have half a stomach

But at least I I'm still alive

Trees

Trees are not for abusing

They are for using

In using I mean correctly

Not stabbing them with machetes

Or exposing them to extreme heat

Or giving them electrical charges

Trees are oxygen

Trees are fun

Trees are everything

For everyone

"Sam"

Too many rules and regulations makes Sam a mean man

"No Government"

I can't sit, talk, or do anything

We can not allow this to happen

We must replace

"Down in the Dumps"

When I'm sad and withdrawn

I pick up those balls

When I'm mad and frustrated

I toss them in the air

When I am bored and dissatisfied

I throw them all around

When the world has got me down

I juggle

"The Cowboys"

They play and play all day

And never work

They are the cowboys

"The Infringer"

If you infringe me

I will de-arrange thee

My creativity is not your pastime

My works are mine and not yours

My patents aren't yours to sell

You shall not profit from my ideas

Or things you don't like will occur

Don't infringe my sacred work

Pay me you, jerk!

"Violate"*

Let's violate every regulation the FCC has made

Let's violate many not all

Only the many that are strict

Which is almost every

"Books"

Knowledge

Is what I have

From reading

Many books

Each book I read

I am smarter

I read millions

So how smart am I?

"Haters"

I hate those who hate another human's skin

People who's

Color is beyond control

Color isn't decided by he or she who has it

"Destruction"

A bomb thrown

A gun shot

A knife stabs

Destruction

A punch thrown

A grenade tossed

A missile launched

Destruction

Dynamite lit

A foot kicked

A bat swung

Destruction

Burn, kill, destroy

Destruction

I'm a Skinhead

I'm a skinhead

I wear unstylish boots

I shave my hair way too short

I get my body tattooed with stupid swastikas

I hate blacks

I hate Jews

Because they are smarter than myself

I am ignorant

I am dumb

I am a skinhead

And proud

Cowboys on the Trail

I see cowboys on the trail

They are singing stupid cowboy songs Ki, yi, yippie, ki, yi, yah

They are rednecked and naive

A big city to them is a pop of 5,000

They herd up cows and bulls

Hotels won't let them in

Cause their boots mark up floors

And their spurs destroy the carpet

And they track trail dust in

They think it's the 19th century

They shoot Indians dead

They sit all day on their butts

Then they complain about the working man's trouble

Come back and tell me they have it tough when they get a real job

My Book

I wrote a book which I cannot read

It is declared obscene

What does that mean

No one can read it anywhere

No one can see my opinion

If I touch it I go to prison

They say the first amendment is out of date

I toiled so long and now it's banned

It's censored for none to see

The FCC*

Take a long boring test just to push a button and talk

The test is full of useless data so you can turn a knob

You must memorize 200 questions so you can answer 20

Study for 2 years for a test that's a hour long

And with a ham license I

cannot play music

I cannot cuss or swear

I can only use certain frequencies

Down with the FCC

"Flies"

The fly flies by me day and night

Buzz in my ear, keep me awake

I swat, smack, and point a gun at it

It still survives

But I have some satisfaction

It will die in a day or two

Of causes which are natural

"Commy"

They want to rule our land

We will have no choices at all

We will be like children

They say it's best for us

But I say they are wrong

Overthrow them

Destroy them

No commy will be near me

No way

No commy

"Bo Gritz"

Bo a man who had no chance

Why did he waste our time

Who was he

Who is he

He had no chance at all

Well you are very incorrect

I don't see you running for the office

You are too chicken I will add

Don't condemn Mr. Gritz

"Heil"

Heil

Sleet Rain

And Snow

Is the only heil I know

I bow to no one

And especially not he

Heil Hitler

Not me

"Mr. Conservative"

You want to censor

Everything we do

You want to censor

Singing

Writing

Dancing

Telly programming

Everything you want to censor Mr. Conservative

Censoring is your middle name

"Shades of Blue"

I stand near my painting

I see many colors

Yet none at all

For I am color blind

I only see blue

And what I see are shades of blue

"Plastic"

Oh plastic, oh plastic

How I detest thee

You make me spend my hard earned cash

For when I hold thee

I can't resist

I cannot stop spending money

I thought you were useful But your owners use me

I shall burn thee up tonight

So I cannot spend any more

"Poet's Block"

My mind is blank

My pen is dry

My paper supply is greatly depleted

I cannot think up a word To transfer onto paper

My best words are long gone

My best sheets are in the trash

They call what I have a writer's block

But I am not a writer

I'm a poet

"Anarchy"

We will rule

With no rules

Anarchy everywhere

"Lotus 123"

Focus

On Lotus 123

What's it good for

Lots

But nothing I can do

"The Right"

Pat, Rush, Jesse, Bob

They are far away from me

They are on the right

The right is wrong

The left is right

Hail all the liberals

And to the rest a good night

"White Power"

White power they shout

White power I doubt

The white is the worse

We made blacks our slaves

We kicked the Indians off their land

We killed the Jews unkindly

When they say the white is the best

I just laugh

"I Want to"

I want to insult

I want to criticize

Who and what you may ask

The director of the FCC

And the building of it

"The Ruthless"*

They are cruel

They are strict

They make unnecessary rules

They seize vessels of foreign lands

They order people to destroy their own equipment

It just a place to keep people off the street

They affect me no doubt

In every single way

They raid like they're the FBI

That's them

The FCC

"The Interpreter"

A man full of dirt and scum

Sits upon a bench alone

No one understands him

For they do not try

I sit by him day and night

Listening to his every word

I know what he says

And only I

"Anonymous"

I never remain anonymous

For reasons of my own

I never remain anonymous

I'm not a modest man

I never remain anonymous

I have nothing to hide

"Anarchic Government"

An anarchic government is too unruly

They have said

An anarchic government

With few rules, not none

Is what we shall have

"Class"

What is class?

If I have money, do I have class?

If I'm a painter, do I have class?

If I know Latin, do I have class?

If I enjoy opera, do I have class?

I don't know

"The Horn"

It blows triumphantly

Pleases the ears of the king

The peasants detest this sound

It is a symbol of the higher class

Which they don't belong

"The Innocent"

Every man, woman, and child are innocent

Their society isn't

Cruelty

Unfairness Strictness

Ruthlessness

Is their society

"Red, White and Blue"

Red, white and blue

Are the colors of our flag

They stand for George, Tom and Alex

They have faded

To green, pink and yellow

"A Sound in the Field"

It is late noon

On a Saturday

Out in the field I am

My ears aware me of something

It frightens me dearly

I yell, scream and holler

I look down and see my feet made the sound

"Bombs"

I can not make bombs in my household

Even if I kill no one at all

Why Why

I could use bombs for fun and for profit

I could save myself in emergencies

But they won't let me assemble a bomb

Their doings

Are the bombs

The only bombs allowed

Innocent

I am innocent

Oh yes am I

I expressed my opinion

And got a fine

I turned a knob*

And was put into prison *

I shot a M-16 at a tree

And lost my weapon

I dug into the ground

And lost some cash

Simple things are what I do

No one is harmed at all

But I still get penalized

In ways which aren't fair

"Til Death Do us Part"

Til death do us part

And it did

"The Shining"

The sun had shown

Very bright

But today wasn't what the sun was

When I awoke at 11:30

There was a knock at my front door

I announce leave at this instant

But the peddler insists differently

He enters my residence with a cling and a clang

He pulls out a gun and there's a bang

A vase shatters to my waxed floor

I become frightened with no hope at all

The revolver goes off once again

I ask what I have done to he

False accusations are made

I tell him a blimp is above

This gives me a bit of time

I dash to the kitchen and into the fridge

He realizes and chases after me

I grab some fruitcake and toss it at he

He fell to the ground and lie dead

Finally a use for the awful stuff!

Art, Humor, and Hate

Volume 2

Andrew Bushard

Pretty Soon

Pretty soon

I'll need a license to use my VCR

Because everything there is

Is regulated

and legislated

Why operating a VCR

is more complicated

than operating a radio*

Like the MAD Magazine premise said

-Would Be Nice

Anarchy would be nice

A great form of government

A great way to live life

No one to boss me

No one to rule me

No one but me

That would be the day

No rules

No laws

No regulations

Just morals

And ethics

To guide my life

Intuition

Not forced ideas

Logic and Reasoning

Not commands or orders

But when will the day come?

Whenever it does

I will be waiting

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Breaking the Law

Violate the code of government

When you disagree

Break the law

When the law's corrupt

Overthrow a government

When it has worn out its welcome

Never kill a man

Never steal monetary units

Never rape or beat

But when a government has thrown a wrong

Get your vengeance by

Herding the masses

And holding a revolt

Use millions of the cleverest

And millions who have courage

Millions who won't hesitate

To live a different way

Humans are animals

Wild, not tame

We are trapped in cage

Just like a zoo

With this thing called government

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"The Saddest of All Prisons" - Hawthorne

"The Saddest of All Prisons

Is the human heart" --- Nathaniel Hawthorne

And I am held captive

I'm the oppressor

And the oppressed

Defeated by my own compulsions

Arrested by my Masochism

Every thought, a hammer and a nail

In my grave of sanity

I am imprisoned by silent voices

Oh, physical jail

What an easy escape

But in my prison

I've thrown away the key

My mind is my best friend

Yet it is my worst enemy

Which half of me is real

And which half isn't

A constant battle between

the jailer and the jailed

How claustrophobic

Is one when trapped inside oneself

I am in solitary confinement

Each and every day

Destroyed ambitions

By thoughts

Maybe if I did not think, I could survive this

A constant search for identity

Defrocked by Insanity

Boy is the entrance to this jail beautiful

But don't dare step in

However fortunate

The prisoner remains jailed

Dreadful if he escapes

Or is it more dreadful if he doesn't

What would others think

If they entered this hell?

How could they understand?

Warden! Warden!

Free Me! Free Me!

I will kill you Warden!

I will usurp your power

You're either a victim or victimizer

And I'm going to victimize you!

Warden, you better watch out

You better find a different person

To continue your dominance!

Because to me there are no prisons!

I will be left a Master

A Master without slaves

Flag

Wave, wave your flag

What the hell does it mean?

You are merely cooling yourself

The pride I once had

I could hoist the flag up to Heaven

But now it deserves to be burned in Hell

It would not wither

It would be erect

Flowing with beauty and innocence

But someone has stripped this from our flag

Someone has made Old Glory, gloryless

Is it the country or is it the flag?

Should I be proud of the blood

Which gives it its life

Or should I be ashamed that this is the way

It's living

How can it stand tall

When its shadows are hypocrisy

Is it merely manufactured

For tyrants and oppressors?

What does it symbolize?

What should it?

Is this a flag of Freedom

Or one of Tyranny

Maybe to you it has meaning

Which is greatly justified

But to me

It means nothing

Maybe if we wash this flag

Then, it can be proudly raised again

Until then, keep it on the ground

Kook

To you

I'm a Kook

My behaviors, eccentric

My mien, inane

My thoughts, highly unconventional

My attitude, insane

Yet when the world

Discovers my secret

Who will be the Kook?

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A Day

A day without Masters

and a day without slaves

No Rules

Save the Golden Rule

Vengeance, Greed, and Malice

all defeated by not more of the same

But by people given the chance

To show their real selves

A day without wages

and a day without work

A day without time and conventions

instead spontaneity

A day without Capital

All monies abolished

A day without suppression

Initiating creative mirth

Technology left untapped

Waste absent

Nature befriended

Government forgotten

Chaos in consumable quantities

Then we may return to our otherwise wretched lives

And bear them!

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Thank You+

Thank you, idiot box

Thank you very much

You have left mankind wondering

What life would be like without you

Much better, indeed

You fill our minds with endless crap

Many swindles, lies, and shams

You feed us hate

You send us off to war

You extort our measly funds

You coexist with an oppressive State

You destroy art

and replace it with meaningless imitations

You tell us how to live

what to eat

what to drink

what to wear

what to buy

even how to die

You tell us greed is good

Money and power, nothing else

You frown on intellect and knowledge

Which would ultimately

cause your downfall

Strife

Grief

Fear

Sorrow

Anger

Hurt

You Repress

You Suppress

You and your dangerous Excess

You have stolen life

From us

What is real?

Surely not you

You have created an entire Universe

A universe, which I will not exist in!

Thank you

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Life is Passing You By

Eyes stare blankly

Upon the screen

Absorbing the material

You

You and your passive, sedentary life style

Life is passing you by

You, Your lost emotions

Life is passing you by

You, Your absent - mindedness

Life is passing you by

You, your nonexistent ambitions

Life is passing you by

Garbage in, Garbage out

Junk food for the brain

This is Totalitarian Capitalism

This is how they conquer you

You don't have feelings

A stupid zombie

Is what you are

What do you accomplish

Sitting there?

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing

Not a damn thing

You are nothing!

You are an anti - reasonable, preprogrammed

lazy slob

Fantasy is your reality

Paralyzed by the false drama

Hypnotized by the anti-climatic

A world all your own

A world which even makes

our world look good

If cord is pulled

Your life is through

Drunk, intoxicated, buzzed, you are high

Addict, junkie,

Even Drugs are better for the mind

You are full of contradictions

False dogmas and packaged prejudices

Life is Passing You By

Creativity, No

Destructiveness, instead

Spontaneity, No

Your life is divided into 30 minute segments

Struggles rewarded, No

Convenience is what you need

You are a bland, boring, unexciting albino

When you are taught by no one and nothing

You become nothing!

Stifle your creativity

Shun those of different creeds

Materialism is what matters

Destroy yourself

This are your lessons, learn them well

You won't be learning much else

Sitting there

Sitting there

Sitting there

Conversation is not your only lost art

You are manipulated, aggravated, humiliated, and desecrated

Yet, you enjoy it

Who are you

Faceless Persona?

Live with the commercial identity

Which was sold to you.

Muddled, mediocre, mainstream

is what you strive for

Reality Nonexistent

Predefined roles to play

Humanity not to be considered

Who needs people

When you have cardboard cutouts?

Hate, not love

Pleasure, not compassion

Hedonistic, Materialistic, Greed

Sadism and Masochism are your two best friends

You are a Egotistical, bigoted, desensitized fool

Your whole life wasted

But at least you got some entertainment

Say your prayers

You are really dead

You never thought death

Would look some much like life

But this is the great con you fell for

And now you are dead!

Nothing!

Stuff

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should

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bye

Good Citizen

I am a good citizen

I always obey my country's laws

I am a good citizen

But I'm not a good guy

I am a good citizen

Forget liberty, forget justice

I am a patriot to my government

The government's always right

It never does wrong

It exists to serve my best interests

And I really believe that

Loyalty to tyranny

Is the name of the game

My government consists of fascist pigs

But it pretends it doesn't

And besides it's my own

Isn't that reason enough

To love it?

I don't need to think

The government curates my values

Morals and ethics aren't nearly as important

as obeying a law

The government is my best friend

That's the way it must be

Blind allegiance to the state

I won't ever question

Democracy is more important than

Freedom anyways.

We can't have people doing whatever they want

Order, not freedom is the way to a productive life

The government knows what I want

It creates the desire.

If people do not obey laws

Evil things like justice will occur.

My government is like a mother

Watching out for a naive, afraid child.

It always knows best

Hey, we elected it didn't we?

Hitler was voted in too

But that's different

It was just obvious

he was nazi

I respect the need for law and order

I will always be obedient to the state

Even if it means doing an injustice to another

We shouldn't criticize our rulers

It makes it hard for them to get things done

War is only bad

When the government says it's bad

There's no better way to establish peace

Than fight a war

Might means Right

But after all Right is Might

Force is good

Coercion, holy

You need some tyranny to protect your liberty

Dissidence is an evil thing

Status quos are not meant to be disrupted

After all, there's a good reason while the status quo exists

Authority is my god

without it

we'll have chaos

Freedom is just Anarchy in a good light

Freedoms are meant to be few

Enough to keep the government happy

Just as long as it can do

Whatever it may choose

And you possesses no threat

I love my government first

And My country second

Even though

It may appear

The other way around

I am really chickenshit

To stand up for myself and others

I have no self respect

No morality or reasoning either

It doesn't really matter what the government is like

We just always need to support it

It serves an essential purpose

What that is I really don't know

But the government says it does

And that's all the reassurance

I need

What better way to liberate

Your people than by oppression

Safety is the number one thing

Even if it means violating

Essential and basic liberties

Didn't I already say

there was another number one thing

The government's priority is ahead of the people's

Elected officials are somewhat noble

They should not have to follow our country's laws

If they disagree

They should not be accountable

For they deeds of which they done

They got such grueling work

Governing all the day

4 days a week and

5 hours a day

And they get so little pay

Leave them alone, won't you

But don't you act this way

If you do you are wrong

Double standards do exist

and are justified

Anyone who attempts to gain freedom

Will be labeled as a traitor

And be convicted of treason

Forget your preconceived notions of right and wrong

This is the government we're talking about

I am duped

But do not know it

My life is nothing

Government is everything

A conspiracy is anything

Which promotes liberty

Never a revolution, my son

Yes, this country was formed on revolutions

But we can't revolt no more

Their revolution was justified

Yours is the same but without

the approval of the holy state

Those oppressors were foreign

and our enemies

Government is not our foe

People against government are

That's a fact

We must live with

I lose my life for this nation

And appears quite noble, indeed

Some have said the deed is noble

But not the rationale

behind it.

My friends, government is good in any state

Just as long as it likes its peoples,

Or pretends to,

Or doesn't

Don't you want to be like me

Doesn't it make you proud

People like me are out there?

No Calories

Mustard has no calories

Look at the label

and you'll plainly see.

No fat, either

Just a bunch of crap

Which tastes so very great

Eating mustard,

Obese, you will not become

So don't be afraid

To load the mustard on

Mustard, once a very fine thing

Now with this discovery

Shall become a

gourmet

Mustard seed, I love you

You are indeed, heaven's food

I can be a gluttonous pig

With you

And never put on a pound

Yes, Mustard may have sodium

But who the hell cares

Fat is what it lacks

and that is what's important

A mustard seed

Is what I need

I want mustard for every meal

The ultimate diet

Have you heard my spiel?

No need to restrain yourself

This indulgence will not result in guilt

Does it have vitamins

Minerals, or protein

No, just nothing

Maybe that's why it tastes so great

Mustard, you are quite

the perfect food!

Art, Humor, and Hate

Volume 3

Andrew Bushard

You're Fired

Sir, You are fired

I order you to quit

your appointed work

Time to find an honest job

Quit being a jerk

Your services, rendered

Are not needed

anymore

or ever were

You clogged up

smooth flowing things

you intervened when

intervention was not necessary

You made claims for

The unjustifiable

You did many bad things, sir

If you were in the private sector

You would have been canned a long time ago

Too bad I can't terminate you

in more ways than one

I rightly should be able to

But I can't

After all, what good is it being an employer

who cannot fire?

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Pig

You, sir, are a pig!

You can roll in the dirt

You created for us

Your never ending greed

What about our need?

You soak us to the bone

and feed off our flesh.

Lowest of the low

Money is your power

Without it, you ain't got a thing

Not even your bourgeois friends would

Bail you out if you lost it?

Social needs are ever present

But you are deaf to everything

No heart

No love

No friends

All scum

Live in the slums you built us

Work in your own sweatshops

Eat the food you sprayed with all kinds of shit

Money is your friend

Money is your power

Money is the reason you exist

SlumLord

ConMan

Robber Baron

SlaveMaster

Live in your own factories

Work in the tenements you erected

Eat your preservatives, full of toxins

Annihilator

Humiliator

Desecrator

Torment

Anger

Sadness

Decay

Wear the rags you call clothes

Drive the lemons you call cars

Eat the crap which isn't fit for a pig

Like you

How true

Profit

Not quality

Greed

Not compassion

Death

Not life

Anything to save a buck

Nothing to save a life

Sacrificing people for profit

Love never made anyone rich

You have usurp our power

You have taken away the meaning of our lives

You are a devil on this earth

and Satan's proud!

The Prize

Is it not ironic

Those who toil the hardest

do not relish the glory

Of the prize

Yet, those without an once

Of sweat upon their brow

Steal this prize

How undeserving

How self serving

What claims do they have to this prize?

Others have envied

Others have struggled

Yet, they still posses the prize

What an injustice

What a crime

What a shame when a gift becomes the prize

Who permits this mockery of justice to occur?

They must live with the prize!

How could they possible rejoice?

They must look at themselves

And see Nothing!

Ha-ha they can have it

But they did not earn it

Living with others is horrendous

When one can't even live with oneself

Have them squirm under the false glory

What an empty feeling they must have

They must look deep in their conscience

And not be satisfied

What was not earned

It was not achieved

It become their possession

the simple way

They can not justify

They can only pretend

False, a hoax, a scam

The light on them

Will soon burn out

Why do they get it?

When they really did the least?

The ultimate contradiction

Irony is too gentle a word

They are liars

They are frauds

They have all the tangible

but possession of the intangible is

not what they got

The real glory is not necessarily

the prize itself

It belongs to the man

Who deserves the prize

And wins it

He can see something in it

Not seen by the ordinary sloths

Or them

How are the former different

Stealers of the prize

Stealers of the prize

The prize means different things to

To all who win it

Those who triumph without struggle

Find the prize meaningless

Their theft will haunt them

They should give up their prize

Maybe to a lesser

But a lesser who earned it

Battered, bruised, speechless

Tired and exhausted

The prize will find its way

to its true owners one day

Even if it takes forever

Any others will be stripped

And the prize will be returned

To its rightful owners

Just like it should

The prize will regain its meaning

It will be restored to a thing of glory

Not what they made it

a thing of mockery and shame

It's integrity will live on

In the proper hands

Leaving the thieves

Holding onto emptiness

The way it should be

The way it will be

Forever, the prize.

I Hate the FCC*

I Hate the FCC

I Hate the FCC

I Hate the FCC

I Hate them

I Hate them

I hate them

I do

Monsters in Business suits

Star Trek Fans to rule our lives

Who the hell, would want to work there?

A vast, massive conglomerate

Of fools

For fools

Airwaves belong to the people

the FCC will keep it that way

Making sure

The people never have their say

The public interest is served well

Open Minded, free expression

Just don't ever

Offend the bureaucrats

Or the capitalist elites

But beyond that,

Anything is permitted

On the radio

Look what they did to our TV

Them and their corporate friends

A perpetual advertisement

A long living scam

The inventors weep

Our things of science

To expand the arts

Have become oppressive tools

Why the hell did we invent these things?

Good, they have not been

The world would be a better place

If we were idle men

Federal Communications Commission:

Don't operate a radio

Just go fishin'

One requires a license

So does the other one

But the license of the lather

Is acquirable by the common man

Federal Communications Commission

Just listen to the news

And you'll find plenty of omissions

What really happened in our world?

The truth you want to know

Better not view

Any TV news show

We are an arm of the Federal bureaucracy

An arm which will strike you

Our responsibility

Is to deny you, your responsibility

We are merely representatives

Of the fascist entity

And we were ordained

To restrict your speech

We're doing our part

For the lovely state

You pay us

And we know, you don't like that

Radio and TV.

are not for entertainment

If you think it's for art

Then you are insane

The purpose it serves

Is to delude and mislead you

To make you feel good inside

When everything is wrong, outside

These mediums

Are merely propaganda

From your two biggest oppressors

Single sided, bigotry

Clothed to be

Unbiased compassion

I am the guy

Who grants licenses

To TV and radio stations

I have so much power

Complete control

What I say goes

One man's opinion

Of what should and should not be said

Is the very foundation of

Our democracy

The other bureaucrats repress

Your actions

But, I am much more evil

Eliminating viewpoints

Is my specialty

If I don't like

What You say

Then a license will not be granted

To you any day

This is the first amendment in action

Watch it and enjoy it

Free speech just doesn't include you

Or most other people

For that matter

Oh, what a busy day

So many interviews for licenses

Okay, come in and explain yourself

Hi, I am a renegade communist

Exposing the evils of capitalism

Is the first priority on my list

No more from you

Will be said

Your first sentence is enough

To get you on a list, which is

Kooks, Subversives, and other Undesirables

And you are placed on it now

Also, you'll offend

The corporate giants

And we'll lose our financial backing

Then bribes will be no good

Just wait in the lobby

Til the FBI comes

And initiates another Red Scare

I know, you won't fight us

Passiveness and peace are virtues you promote

Another reason, you request

Is firmly denied

Next

I am an Anarchist

Government is what I hate

To rant against it

I will not hesitate

Evils of it, are apparent

It's the world's biggest

And oldest

Conspiracy

Sir, you must be joking,

I surely snickered

A license to you,

Why not hand our country over

To Libya?

Government should never be criticized

Even if it's wrong

Since, after all, preventing this

Is my job

Next

Je suis un artist

Don't speak French

I never learned it

Because that would require

Some intelligence

Okay, if you insist

English will be spoken

I am an artist

In more ways than one

I write, sing, dance

Paint, draw, sculpt, act

And many other wonderful things

Hey, you do not sound half bad

You may, indeed, obtain a license

Mr. FCC guy,

I have not finished my proposal yet

You see, my creations

Are chocked full of artistic merit

The most creative, innovative ideas

Ever

You got a license

Just fill out this form

We usually, don't go for

Such classy stuff

But, there is one little problem

You see, sir

A very little portion,

very minuscule indeed

of my material

Contains a word or two

Which has been declared, obscene

But, nonetheless,

The overall impression

Is of a great work of art

Get the hell out

Of my office

And out of my life

Trash, like yours will never air

On our TVs and radios

No obscene words are uttered

But instead

Programs which never include art

This is the trade off which must be made

Next

Oh, screw it

I've had quite a day

I'm so bloody tired

Who ever said

Tyranny is easy work

Is one hell of a liar

This is the way

I do my job

No thanks are needed

The first amendment is so damn obsolete

That I just ignore it

This is how I serve

The public interest

Making sure no TV or radio programs

Are of any interest

Catering to an elite coup

Our battlefield is your mind

We strike first

And hardest

Making it much easier

For the rest of the government

To destroy you

Now, I'm done

Censorship,

Entitled regulation

Is what we're all about

Voices

anger, misery, tormented upon thy planet

dogged, earth shall be refined

come a day never yearned

the end approaches,

yet it won't come

Feelings not appraised

But the final warning

Will be gave

Even if it's never heard

Towards, decay

If not replied

these voices talk

but we do not heed

That is the downfall

For us all

If they were only heard

And the advice given

Was the actions

Which engaged all

The end can come

But does it cause death

Because of its existence

The answer must be responded to

If, the race is to be saved

these voices need to be heard

and listened to

So, it would be a shame

If not a person did

then, we would only have ourselves to blame

and we could say goodnight,

And that's it

That's the end.

Destroying Television

This afternoon

We're going to have one hell of a time

And consequently, you'll have more time because of it

Our destructive acts

Will cause you

To become more constructive

We're

Destroying television

Destroying television

Destroying television

Destroying TV sets

The sledgehammers we never used

We will

The buildings that were to tall to climb

We'll climb

And gently heave your sets off

We should be rewarded

After all, we're doing good

We're helping to create a whole new world

We'll fill your vacuum tubes

with gun powder

Then ignite

And run away and celebrate

Early tonight

We'll steal your telly set

And you'll wonder where it went

We'll force to watch our horrendous deeds

You will become free

Yet, you won't even know it

No more crappy sitcoms

No more money grubbing fools

No more talk show trash

No more biased newscasts

No more suppressed art

This is not for the faint of heart

We'll burn your set

It makes a good fire

Your TV. bill will be used

As scratch paper

We'll trespass

In your house

And shout the words

"Turn your TV. off"

No one will be immune

Since most were stricken

The disease we spread

Will help your health

And cure all you ailments

You will discover

You have a brain, after all

And it can be used

For something!

We're going to rip the chords out the wall

Place magnets in your VCR

Fire revolvers at the idiot box

And if you resist

We'll say "Tough Shit"

Revolutions can be fun

This is what we're proving

All of us have an urge for destruction

Which we will be using

Pyromaniacs,

And Petty vandals

Time to use your talent and skill

In the mode of

Burning and demolishing

TV selling stores

We may make a big mess

But never bigger than the mess

A TV set made

Watch that electricity

going everywhere

sparks flying

Mother boards crackling

Monitors flickering

Broken sets are our best friends

And we're the ones

To do the breaking

We'll have a TV roundup

All the sets are the prey

We are relentless hunters

Who won't quit

Until we got them all

You'll be able to see things

You never knew existed

Like sunlight

And the outdoors

War toys do have their place

And they can be used for good

Such as blowing up every television set

In an afternoon

We won't discriminate

All races and creeds

Sexes, and sexual orientations

Will all have an equal opportunity

To have their set exposed to all our detonations

We may be branded

As hoodlums and vandals

But no ordinary thug

Ever accomplished this much

In one afternoon

We may be lynched

By TV. vendors

Or major networks

Or the government

But this is the risk we must take

Cause we're sure it's no mistake

That television sets are to be burned

Just how much have you learned?

Fear us

We are coming

Your boob tube

Will surely be ruined

But someday

Someday

You'll thank us

And maybe even pay us

This World

I live in this world

I don't enjoy this cruel place

Nothing's any good

Everything is bad

The people are unlikable

The carrots are tasteless

I hate it, yes, indeed

I cannot cure the disease, this world suffers from

It is so sick, it's almost dead

It is lying in its sick bed

It looks very bad

I'm very sad

I guess it's alright

I love this world

Art, Humor, and Hate

Volume 4

Andrew Bushard

Coercion

Coercion is your middle name

Coercion is your favorite game

Coercion is just so much fun

It's the only way

You get things done

Voluntary is not in

Your vocabulary

Force, Force, Force

Violence, Violence, Violence

They are one of the same

These are the methods you employ

You can't convince

So you force instead

You accomplish good

That's how you justify it

But evil is still evil

No matter what you call it

Your wills and ego

Are forced upon us

Your morals and ethics

are thrown at us

If your ideas are so good

Then why can't we hear

Your reasoning

I know why,

That would require thinking

But you are a brute

In the clothes of an intellectual

If your morals were that great

To embrace them, we would not hesitate

Are your arguments so weak

To back them up, you need fists?

You want me to

Behave nonviolently

You use force on me

To make sure I do

What an oxymoron, ironic contradiction

Your terrible motto:

Do as I say

Not as I do

And I am willing to

Force you

You are rather narrow minded

So many questions

Have one answer

How to make one love

Force

How to make one obey

Force

How to make one nice

Force

How to make one do what's right

Force

See, look at me

All these questions

Have different answers

And none of them are force

You call yourself civilized

You call yourself advanced

You resemble an animal

Defensive, aggressive

Never questioning its deeds

All its goals are justified

No matter what the means

It has no conscience

No values, no ethics

Not an ounce of shame

When it initiates coercion

You do not love

You only hate

Your deeds, irredeemable

And you often, think

What you're doing is right

Oh, how deluded you are

You are unproductive

Without your friend, coercion

Because without it

You ain't got no power

And you know that

Abolishing Government

If government was abolished

Would all the evil of the world disappear?

No, but a lot of it!

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Hard Rock Star-

I'm a hard rock star

I play kind of fast

And kind of loud

But not too much so

I'll never advance

To the level of my metal counterparts

Musically

Or lyrically

What the hell are politics?

What is life and death?

If I sang social commentary

Intellect would be required

And I don't have any

There's only one thing

I sing about

And guess what that is

I'm hard core to the bone

Hard Core Porn

That is

Sex, Sex, Sex

Not the pretty, loving kind

But, the dirty, raunchy brand

Women are not people

They are just objects

For the use of horny guys like me

Whose private and brain are one

If my art was in a different form

Access to it would be greatly restricted

Top rows of magazine racks

Covered with plastic

No one under 18

But

I sell sex

It sells so well

And guess who's buying

I sell dirty sex to your kids

I'm a pornographer

I'm a pornographer

I'm a pornographer

I'm a pornographer

I need not worry about suppression

From my major corporate label

They only suppress good taste

Don't constrain yourself

All your urges and temptations shall be acted upon

That's right

I'm an animal

Not a human

Women are my prey

Sexist shit generates big bucks

One reason why I write it

I have a one track mind

I never grew up

Forever a teenager with raging hormones

Sex all day and every day

Ignoring the world's problems

I'm sexually fulfilled

What else matters

People want to hear mid tempo guitar solos

Distort a little, and I'm hard core

Raspy voice, and drums

And we've got a hard rock band

Music is not a creation

But a capitalist commodity

Society calls, but I don't listen

I'm helping to promote

The moral deterioration of your youth

So many bands

Yet they all sound the same

Writing sexual metaphors

Makes me a poet

Raunch Rock, Raunch Rock, Raunch Rock

Raunch Rock, Raunch Rock, Raunch Rock

Becoming mediocre

Is my ultimate goal

Never taking any risks

I won't play a different chord

Always trying to sound like everyone else

This creates a muddled mainstream

My only claim to fame

Is being more raunchy than the last guy

Hard Rock Music is this country's future

Heavy Metal is much too loud

Themes of death depress me

Punk is way too fast

I can't relate to the social statements

Country is so old fashioned

It just makes me saddened

I don't like the style of rap

Too much intelligent political commentary

Rhythm and blues,

Hell, you need to sing in pitch

Thrash, I can not play

I can't move my hands that fast

Alternative is not my style

Being different than the mainstream is way too hard

Hard Rock Music is this country's future

I give heavy metal such a bad name

Somehow, someone, got us confused

Their virtues are reflected on me

But even more so

My vices are reflected on them

Animal instincts

Never morals

Never ethics

Is what guides my life

I'm a role model to your children

Soon they will be acting just like me

Yes, that's right

Primitiveness is upon us

Neanderthals, not sensitive men

Equal rights is a joke

Men are the breadwinners

Bosses, superiors, you stupid bloke

1600's once again

Moving backwards

Never forward

Is where I begin

My tapes are all in discount racks

No one will ever pay full price

Maybe people are getting sick of clichés

Maybe sounding different is a plus

Maybe hard rock is stale and sickening

Maybe people want imaginative music

Maybe the mainstream is not an alternative

But none of it matters

I will keep on doing

What I'm doing

Market trends meaning nothing to me

Is it because of my eccentricity

No, neither because

Of me wanting to disrupt the status quo

There's only one thing I can sing about

And I do it so poorly

Don't expect nothing else

Just remember what I have for brains

And your expectations will be lowered, automatically

Hard Rock Music is the future of our country

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Commercial Radio*-

News, Weather, Sports

Then some songs you already heard 100 times before

News, Weather, Sports

Then some songs you already heard 100 times before

Never a break in the routine

People don't want spontaneity

They want reliability

All this repetition

Makes your job on the assembly line

Seem like a gift in comparison

If this is real rock music

God, I'd hate to see the imitations

We thrive on corporate power

Play an independent label,

You must be sick

We are virtually indistinguishable

From the next guy

So, we hope to win you over

By having nifty contests

We care about the listeners out there

And what they want to hear

That's why we have request shows

Where you can request

Whatever your heart desires

Just be sure

It's in the top 50

Our D.J.'s are such cool people

Praising every single hit rock album

Making it ever so difficult

To know what's really great

And what stinks

We take risks

We are cutting edge

Just yesterday

We had a liberal on our show

We don't want to invent a new style

Just doing whatever we can

To keep the status quo, where it is

That's our great plan

We won't say "Shit" or "Damn"

But we'll make you think we're risqué

By making subtle sexual allusions

Stick to the playlist

Or out you go

We can't have people listening to good music

Mainly, anything

That commercial radio does not play

Catchy slogans makes a station enjoyable

When you have creative capitalist propaganda

In the clothes of advertisements

Who needs quality programming?

Polishing apples, Licking boots

Is what we're all about

Mr. Capitalist, tell me what you want to hear

And I will play it right away

To hell with the listeners

They don't pay my salary, anyway

You do, sir, and I love you

Whatever sells the most records

Is automatically the best

If you're not discovered

Then you must suck

The people's music

This is the lie we're selling you

Just look at our owners

And then you'll understand

Whose music it really is

We'll show you how refined our tastes are

We'll dig up some obscure record

By god, not indie music or garage bands

But the trash your parents heard on

Commercial radio

When they were young fools

Just like you

If it offends ANYONE

To hell with it

We won't play it

This is the environment

Which harbors such creativity

We know what bands you like

We handpick them for you

The alternative to the Mainstream

Is the Mainstream

We'll shove happy music

Down your throats

The world has no problems

Just enjoy this record

And you'll be fine

Our DJs don't have opinions of their own

Watch corporate giants pull their strings

Cracking stale jokes

A witty remark, never!

If you like good music

Intelligent talk intrigues you

Then Commercial radio is a thing

You should not listen to

Dollars is what music is all about

Talent doesn't matter

Go to hell, Commercial radio

Radical politics, dissident thought

Indie music, No Holds Barred

Is what makes damn good radio

Consequently what you lack

You kill music careers

You help fascists get into office

You sedate the people at large

You get paid

Ratings, Ratings, Ratings

The more listeners we get

The more money we get

From our corporate pals

In the process

The more crappy we get

The more sappy our D.J.'s are

The cornier we sound

Greed and music

What a great equation

And guess what the outcome is

That's right

Music which means nothing

Music with no theme

Music with no social overtones

But it has a catchy beat

Music to put you asleep

Music to send you to hell

Music, you don't want to hear

But to no one, you can yell

So, everybody

Get out you fm transmitters

We are going to jam

In more ways than one

Adjust your frequency to that of

Your local commercial radio station

Then transmit

Full power

As many watts, as you are able

What you transmit

Is of little importance

Anyways, whatever it is

It's sure to be better

Than Commercial radio

No one will hear them

No one will be able to listen

Jam, Jam, Jam their signal

And play some decent tunes

Catch them off guard

Listening to commercial radio all day long

Yet never hearing a decent song

Naive is what you become

When you turn commercial radio on

If the record sales drop

From a popular band

That's okay

There's millions of others

Just as shitty

Waiting to take their place

I tell them play punk

They ask, are you drunk?

I demand to hear some thrash

But all they play is trash

I want to hear a classic

But what they play just makes me sick

I would like to hear funk

But all they play is junk

What they call a hit

I call shit

Why the hell do people

So unquestionably

Embrace

Such a lousy imitation

Of what radio should be?

These people are stupid

Ignorant fools

Capitalism, their brainwasher

And most don't know they're a slave

Capitalism is good for me

They care about my needs

Profits is only secondary

Most of all, they love me

Music for the masses

Created by elitists

Wonderful, wonderful

Just the kind of music

I always wanted to hear

Half the picture

We show you

Those capitalists don't want

The truth out

It could destroy them

But who cares

They got so much money

This is the way it will always be

And things will never change

Actually we never heard any music before

This cannot be called music

A name only

We'll make sure

You never hear the real stuff

Announce the oppression of Capitalism

No, arrest a commie

Need paper, kill a tree

Hemp is much cheaper, you say

It means fewer profits

Which is never okay

Profit, Profit, Profit

Commercial radio, Commercial radio, Commercial radio

Here at your local station

We are preserving

This oppressive hierarchy

along with all your misery

Listen to commercial radio

Listen every day

They call this entertainment

Entertain, it does not do

I just look out

And see

All those fools

Glad, I'm not duped

Like them

End commercial radio

End commercial radio

End commercial radio

Pirate radio, Pirate radio

Pirate radio, Pirate radio

Instead

It's better for

Your head

If you are listening

To commercial radio

By all means, turn it off

Capitalists will squirm

D.J.'s will cry

Commercial radio will die

Since it needs profits to live

Pirate radio, on the other hand

To survive, it just needs

Imagination, Intelligence, Creativity

Intuition, and Logic

Nothing involved with

Commercial radio, now

So if the quality

Of programming is your concern

Scrap your fm radio

Replace it with something better

A communications receiver

Just don't listen to the legal stations

They are just like commercial radio

Switch to the frequencies

Where pirates and bootleggers abound

And that is where

You'll find something sound

Cut them off

Don't listen

Stop Commercial radio

And you'll be glad you did

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Slayer=

Shout "Slayer", "Slayer", Slayer"

Then shout "Satan rules"

Play guitars so damn fast

That it's difficult to tell

Whether any talent is involved

Or not

Write lyrics

Which, granted, are

magnificent poetry

But blood and death

can't be called beauty

Hold a black mass

At a concert

Never sing

Only shout

Yell "Satan" once more

We love Lucifer, the god

We hate the other man

We're Slayer

Reign in Blood

Divine Intervention

Seasons in the Abyss

Undisputed Attitude

Watch us shock you

Good taste is going to hell

Along with us

But we are hypocrites

If we were this hardcore

Satan worshippers

We would have killed

And raped

And beat

But we've done none of that

We just get off

Pretending we are

Satanists

We are phonies

We sell Satan

But we don't believe it ourselves

Our name is Slayer

We act like we hate

But we're too scared to kill

Those dumb white kids

Listen to our records

Head banging, offending

Yelling Lucifer's holy name

Yes, we do read the Satanic Bible

That's the source of our lyrics

We just merely rephrase Mr. LaVey's work

Write about something else

No way, dude

We can't

We're dumb

Satanic posers

We are

We sing of Necrophilia

Bestiality

Rape

Death

and Murder

But we're not violent

The worst thing we ever did

Was a lousy slap

Watch our profits growing

We sell the hottest commodity out there

Like Mick Jagger said

"Satanism sells lyrics"

Who really cares

If we believe this crap, ourselves

We sell records

We are Slayer

We are the most infamous

Thrash band

We can't sing

So we yell

We can't write

So we compose poems for Satan

If we ever got involved

In a black mass

We would be very persecuted

We would be made fun of

Since we don't know

What the HELL we're doing

What's Satanism, anyways

We're Satanic posers

We're Slayer

We have families

Nuclear ones

We love our friends

We hurt no one

We never commit violent acts

After all we love

But we get off

Posing for Satan

When we go to hell

Satan will hurt us

We gave him a bad name

Like Bob Larsen said

If we met Satan

It wasn't through Black Masses

But at the bank

We're insincere Satanists

We'll shock you

And appall you

And pretend we hate you

But we really love you

We're

Slayer

We're Satanic posers

We're Slayer

We love you

Our fans

You buy the records

Which gives us dough

What's Satan really like

Hell, we don't know

We're Slayer

A speed metal band

Where talent is absent

Satanism is present

Satan is not our friend

We never met him

We love you

But hate sells

And you buy it

We're Satanic posers

Posing for Satan

God doesn't mind us

We pose no threat

Just wait and watch

When the real Satanists come

We won't be worshipped

We'll be killed

But we sold the hottest thing

Out there

We sold Satan

We're Slayer

Buy our albums

Pretty please

Pretty please

Write a song

Which has nothing to do

With Satan

No man

That would require thought

We sell records

We don't hate

We're Slayer

We're Satanic posers

We're Slayer

We love you in all actuality

Even if we pretend we hate

We're Slayer

We're Satanic posers

If you're dumb

You'll buy our records

And we know you are

We're Slayer

We're Satanic posers

Peace and love

We love all things

Living and dead

Satanic posers

We're Slayer

Art, Humor, and Hate

Volume 5

Andrew Bushard

Censor This

Censor this

Please

I know you want to

To censor this

Would make you feel good

You don't like what I say

You don't what me to tell it

Like it is

You are afraid of the truth

Don't diverge into the taboo

Or you'll censor

Don't tell the truth

You are scared of the truth

Mind controller

Thought destroyer

You ignore the real issues

And go after me instead

Me, an artist

I'm such a threat

A threat to all your wealth

A threat to your power

A threat to all the evil

Which dominates out there

Do you

Go after the killers

The rapists, the beaters

The stealers, the criminals

No, you attack me

Don't talk about evil, bad, ugly things

If you heed this advice, they'll go away

The best way to deal with a problem

Is to pretend a problem doesn't exist

You are a Nazi

Fascist, dictator

of the worst kind

You ignore all that's wrong

And want me to do the same

But I won't do that

I want things to change

The Status quo

You don't want disrupted

Its faults, you will not discuss

You can't control your own life

So You control mine instead

You don't like thinking

Free speech, imagination

You want everyone to be like you

Something we cannot do

Viewpoints

A few, you want

Many, not desired

What gives you the right

To determine

What people should and should not say?

Cowards run from the truth

And you are running rather fast

Spend your time

Destroying other people's ideas

Thoughts, inhibitions

Never, ever creating anything

At all

You live in a fantasy world

If we censor,

All our problems will go away

Did you ever wonder

There was a reason why

Our art is the way it is?

Look at the real world!

Revolutions, you are denying

Piss poor excuses, you are supplying

You are really afraid of yourself

So you go after us

It is much easier

To attack an artist

Than a criminal

Isn't that so?

If our art had no evil in it

Would our society?

If our society had no evil in it?

Would our art?

That's a little something

For you to think about

Stimulate your mind

It's good for you

Something you

Almost never do

Conforming to your way of life

This is what

We want to replace

We're rather sick

Of your face

You have not done anything good

You hurt more

Than an piece of art

Ever could

You look in the mirror

And really hate what you see

You can't reform yourself

So you try to change me

Looking at what you've done

How can you be proud?

Destroyed what could have been

Aren't you glad?

You don't like expression

Because

That means

We'll prove

the ugly truth

About yourself

And your friends

Times are always changing

Just like our ideas

Censorship is a thing

Less civilized societies have clung to

And you want to revamp it

We are becoming more primitive

Because of you

You don't like art

Because

You can't create any of your own

So you get kicks

By throwing stones

People in glass houses

Should not throw stones

Remember that

Next time, you censor

The enemy of creativity

Is destructiveness

And you oppose creativity

So what does that make you?

Where do you get off?

How do you justify yourself

To yourself?

Do you have a conscience?

Do you feel good about what your doing?

No love will ever result from hate

That is our fate

Double standards and contradictions

Ideals you embrace

Are long out of date

The tactics you employ

None of us enjoy

You have no self esteem

No matter how

It may seem

To you

And your little mind

We must forever say

To censorship, goodbye

If mankind is aiming high

One last time

I'll shake my fist

Don't censor me

Or censor this

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Society

Society

A gathering of souls

Living together in peace

How simply so

It is not

I envision a different place

How could it be

So cruel to someone

Like me

True Individualism

Will not be found

In many corners of the globe

Yet, I possess it

My spirit felt by few

My title known by less

What they say

I careth not

I originate from a separate flock

Being correct as they are

They look upon me

As downward

Backwards, insane

Society's voices

Perpetually, piercing through me

My own, always yearning to be heard

But forever I am silent

And this is society

And this is myself

Two foes, forever in battle

We are in a stalemate

Who will win?

We both will

In our own ways

Each a victor

Through the days

We are not coexistent

We must be isolated

Then I am triumphant

And so is it

We must depart, now

Goodbye

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A Little Room

Throw them all in one room

We don't like any of you

We are sick and tired

Of your bigotry

You want to be segregated, separated

No others to dirty your skin

Now, your wishes will come true

We'll throw you all in one room

We don't want to see your hate

You don't want to see black skin

We don't want you

And you don't want us

Perfect!

No more diversity

No more culture

No more enrichment

We shut you off

You can rot and die

In a little room

Have petty differences disrupt you

Kill each other

Die without your mother

Be superficial

Be hateful

Be ignorant

Do whatever

The hell, you want

In that little room

Just as long as we can't see or hear you

Black Supremacists, White Supremacists

You both make me sick

You both are piss poor examples

Of your own races

I don't want to see

Any of your faces

Have a war

In your little room

You already live in a small world

So this transition won't be drastic

But maybe

You'll start to see things

In a different light

Maybe you'll learn, human supremacy

Is not black and white

We will rid the world of you

Birds of a feather flock together

You don't like our world

With so many different colors

That's why

We're throwing you in a little room

Hate is perfectly okay

Just not directed towards the innocent

People don't have a say

In what their skin color is

So take your ignorance,

Your unjustified bigotry

And direct it towards yourself

Exterminate your breed

If you are the master race

Then it is a big disgrace

Acts and deeds make a man great

Not irrevocable circumstances

You can be a stupid as you want

In that little room

Of yours

Mankind's fate is very great

But you destroy it

With all your hate

If the color as one's skin

Means a damn thing

How about eye color,

Ear shape,

Height,

Or Digestive juice acidity?

This just proves your absurdity

You can't stand yourself

So you hate others

Ignore the truth

In your little room

Be sheltered

Be reclusive

Forget rationale

In your little room

Unadvanced, superficial

Contradictory, not official

Biased, fooled, stupid, dumb

Anything you want

In your little room

Love your identity

Without your race,

You are a silent nothing

You demonstrate your insecurity

By putting others down

For not what they said

Or what they done

But the shade of skin

Which they don

Paint everyone's skin

The color of your own

Then all problems go away

Sure, whatever

But you can do that

In your little room

No mirrors

No scales

You won't have to look at yourself

In that little room

Choose convenient scapegoats

Hate what you don't understand

Do whatever you want

In your little room

Defy all honesty

Never in touch with reality

With the absence of subjectivity

Do whatever you want

In your little room

Can't love yourself

So hate others too

Do whatever you want

In your little room

Watch truth slip through your fingertips

Grasp onto myth and legend

Never any morality

In your little room

Make others pay

For your ignorance

In your little room

We don't want you in our world

We don't want you in our world

We don't want you in our world

We don't want you in our world

We don't want you in our world

You have no room for others

We have no room for you

Go to your own room

You are really small

So you won't be out of place

In a little room

Pure bigotry

Masked by ignorant compassion

We don't care

You're still stupid

Go to your little room

We hate your points of views

We hate your politics

Racism is such dumb thing

Yet, you embrace it

You quote the bible

You quote history books

You say facts prove

You're superior

You make me sick

Your half assed theories

Mean nothing to me

All I care about is

What I see

I can see

You

And

I Hate you

You bigoted

Biased fool

Where do you come up with this?

White people must be inferior

If you are

Our best representative

Die, Die, Die

Bigots, die

I hate all racists

With a passion

Bigotry and stupidity

Always come packaged together

Judge me by my skin

Not what I done

What kind of person are you?

Anti - mankind

Even if you aren't

To judge by skin color

Means you're not very smart

You don't need to talk to people

You already know what they're like

Before you meet them

This thinking is perfect

For your little room

Have fun

DO whatever you want

In your little room

In your little room

In your little room

A little room for a little mind

I'm a Pot Smoker

I'm a Pot Smoker

Throw me in jail

All I ever do

Is smoke pot

I'm sitting, sitting,

Let me rot

I'm so high

I can't move

Stoned to the max

When I am paralyzed

What crimes can I commit?

You're right

I am the cause of violent crime

Cause

Every time you throw me in jail

Another killer gets released

Into society

I just sit here

Smoking my pot

Sitting, sitting

I'm going to rot

I don't mind your prison cell

It's just like home

I rot there too

I do nothing there too

I'm high, I don't know the difference

I'm not even addicted to this darn thing

I never employ violence

I am at peace

Until

Blazing sirens down my block

The door is knocked down

Pitbulls sniff my house

They have found my pot

Now I go to jail

Oh well

At least I'm fed and clothed

And I don't have to pay rent

All my savings went to pot

If you know what I mean

Because of your damn drug war

Trash is valued more than gold

I'm so broke

Cause of your policies

You're a brilliant economist

I think better than you

When I'm stoned

Throw me in jail

I'll get killed in there

Another body to clean up

Fine with you

You like to kill

But I don't.

With my time

I smoke pot

You don't do drugs

But my time is better used than yours

Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy

Son of Sam, you are all free to go

We need room for pot smokers

They are more a threat than you

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Don't rehabilitate

Throw me in jail

Tax payers will pay

So who cares?

They finance your drug war

And you are winning

After all, you got me off the streets

And the rapists, and burglars back on

Bravo, job well done

You protect me from myself

By throwing me in jail

Pot never killed anyone

But cops sure have

Alcohol is more deadly

Throw the drunks in jail

You'll be doing us some good

But, who I am?

Just a stoned out druggie

Who thinks better than you

Do you think your law

Caused me to stop

Smoking my pot?

Look at all my blunts

Then you'll find out

You won this drug war

You saved me from myself

Now I need to save you

From yourself

So what

I'll go to jail

But prisons

Are where one finds

The best pot

Even then

If you find my blunts

My mother will bake

Cannabis cookies

See, it's hard to win

An unwinnable war

I could have told you that

But I'm just a pot smoker

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Let me rot

And smoke my pot

Your pot war is a people war

The only thing

You're beating

Is people

Drugs surely aren't defeated

You will never win

I love my pot

I am tranquil

I don't do nothing

But rot

Smoking my pot

So throw me in jail

Without bail

And set killers free

Without a fee

Geez, you're making this country great

Give me life imprisonment

I never employed violence

But ignorance and silence

Has always kept you triumph

Fight the wimpy pot smoker

He is easy prey

He doesn't shoot a gun

He can't hit or kick

Let's waste him

Just because

His values are different

Than ours

Let's get rid of pot

Let's get rid of people

Let's have a party

Let's call it a drug war

We are doing good

We are fighting pot

That terrible thing

We see its evil

Which you cannot see

Kill a pot smoker

But let the rapists run free

This is what they call

Democracy

Make yourself feel good

Causing others misery

This is the time

For all your sadistic tendencies

All you anti human people

Out there

Come join us

In the drug war

Come on, go after me

I'm no fight

For a brainless brute

After all,

The only thing I ever do

Is smoke pot

So let me rot

These power games make you feel good

And make life unbearable for me

Get rid of drugs

Then we're all free

Ha

Take me out

You won't change me

I won't change you

Let me smoke dope

Only a dope wouldn't let me

What has this demon caused me to do?

Maybe, it's a good thing

Cause I accomplish more than you.

But you want to rid the world of pot

Why not attack the drugs

Instead of the people?

As for me

I smoke pot

If it makes you feel good inside

Throw me in jail

Maybe why I smoke pot

Is to escape your rotten world

I am off in fantasy land

But it's better than your world

Even if it doesn't exist

Pot does

Make your brain rot

But yours is rotten anyways

Kill pot smokers

Never the pot itself

The best way to eradicate drugs

Is to eradicate the users

Drug wars are fun

Bust, bust, bust

Confiscate all my crap

So your auctions can sell it

Violate the entire bill of rights

But say what you're doing

Is good for our country

Those who cannot learn from history

Are deemed to repeat it

What is wrong with your memory?

Your mistakes don't teach you a thing

At least I learned

Not to smoke pot near gas stations

But you don't learn

And you continue

Good job

Go after me

I don't know much

I'm just a pot smoker

Art, Humor, and Hate

Volume 6

Andrew Bushard

Create or Destroy

Create or Destroy

Those are the only two options

If you eliminate

My creative outlets

I will only be left, able

To destroy

And that's a fact

Don't destroy my creations

Or I'll create destructions

And you'll soon utterly

Regret your stupid decision

Like I regret your existence

If you destroy

I can't create

And vice versa

Don't decimate me

If you want to decimate,

Decimate yourself

Suppressing the creative urge

Is one of the vilest things on earth

I was born to create

And now I regret my birth

Just because

Of this repression

I am an Artist

You, a killer

You always destroy

I want to create

I want to create

I demand to create

Beautiful, wonderful things

But you stop me

Your destructiveness

Has killed my wonderful creations

You have killed me

You have killed me

You killed my shadow

You killed a part of me

You killed me

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Hemispheres

The left hemisphere sucks

The right hemisphere rules

The left hemisphere drives me crazy

The right hemisphere brings me peace

The left hemisphere is compulsive

The right hemisphere is impulsive

The left hemisphere is boring

The right hemisphere is interesting

The left hemisphere shuns happiness

The right hemisphere welcomes it

The left hemisphere is evil

The right hemisphere is good

In all essence

I want an operation

To remove my left hemisphere

So my right hemisphere

Will become dominant

Like it should be

Then I'll be happy

The left hemisphere is math

The right hemisphere is art

And which is more interesting?

The left hemisphere prevents fun

The right hemisphere encourages excitement

The left hemisphere is prudish

The right hemisphere takes risks

I want to rip

The left hemisphere out of my skull

Throw it down

And watch the blood flow

I'm happy

The left hemisphere is a hateful devil

The right hemisphere is a loving god

The left must be abolished

The right must be instated

The left hemisphere is government

The right hemisphere is Anarchy

And guess which one is preferable

The left hemisphere is prison

The right hemisphere is freedom

The left hemisphere is suppression

The right hemisphere is realization

The left hemisphere is a parent

The right hemisphere is a friend

The left hemisphere scolds

The right hemisphere praises

The left hemisphere toys

The right hemisphere employs

The left hemisphere cries

The right hemisphere flies

The left hemisphere is ugly

The right hemisphere is beautiful

The left hemisphere is humorless

The right hemisphere is hilarious

The left hemisphere is colorless

The right hemisphere is colorful

The left hemisphere is stern

The right hemisphere is lenient

The left hemisphere is annoying

The right hemisphere is intriguing

The left hemisphere is limited

The right hemisphere is limitless

The left hemisphere denies

The right hemisphere supplies

The left hemispheres coerces

The right hemisphere convinces

The left hemisphere is sick

The right hemisphere is healthy

The left hemisphere decimates

The right hemisphere erects

The left hemisphere bickers

The right hemisphere complains

The left hemisphere ends

The right hemisphere begins

The right is right

The left is wrong

That's why it's called right

Smash the left brain

Watch all the blood

It's fun

Watch the left brain roll

I don't need my left hemisphere

I want to live

[some info from a book on the topic]

I'm a Prep-

I'm a Prep

I'm always concerned with my hair

And about the world's problems

I do not care

I always wear polo shirts

To tie my 100 dollar sweaters around

My hair is full of gel

And always in place

Millions are homeless

Who cares?

I look good

Millions are starving

Who cares?

I got a beautiful girlfriend

Millions are dying

Who cares?

I got lots of money

I can get into any school I want

I don't have good study habits

Or am I full of vast intelligence

But my daddy's bank account is loaded

And money talks

You don't need talent

You don't need brains

You don't need personality

You don't perseverance

You don't need effort

As long as you have wealth

You'll get ahead

Success is determined

Not by what you done

But by what you inherit

Yachts and caviar

Is what one needs

To live a fulfilling life

Appearances are what matters

As long as you are pretty

On the outside

What's inside

Don't matter

Smiling, Smiling

I'm always smiling

Never knowing

What's occuring

Or even really caring

I care about no one else

Just myself

I am shallow, superficial, and naive

I'm a Preppie

My clique is tight knit

Very exclusive

As long as you talk like us

And dress like us

And are rich like us

With no mind of your own

We'll let you in

We're not friends

We're just using each other

To gain higher positions

On the corporate latter

And anything else does not matter

I live a lifestyle

Where personalities don't mean a thing

All we care about is your name

And what you own

I'm a prep

Always worrying about my rep

Status, Status, Status

Ideals aren't important

Possessions are

Morals can't buy you

A fancy car

Suburbia, Suburbia

I love Suburbia

It is like me

And I'm like it

We are both full

Of superficiality

And lots of shit

Forget about war

My condo is spacious

Forget about famine

I got a promotion

Forget about disease

I have diamonds

Forget about suffering

I got a new outfit

I want to be like everyone else

A clone of my parents

Who were die hard conformists, also

Never looking at the big picture

I just see the small frame

Always immediate

Never perpetual

I am better

Cause I got money

I remind people that

So they don't look at the real me

Cause, if they would

They would find out

I am nothing

I don't associate

With the economically disadvantaged

They are not good enough to

Be in my presence

Money makes a man

I don't love people

I love clothes

I don't love my inner self

I love my position

Malls are my spiritual home

I go there to worship

I worship money

And there's no better place

To see the most vile, base, and evil

Aspects of capitalism

In action

And I love it

I own the world

But can't spell worth a damn

I can't even read my wall street journal.

You are what you inherit

I treat others like shit

The less I pay

The more profits I earn

No one has needs

But me, myself, and I

And what I want is

What I get

I have never strived

Nor struggled

Nor labored

Everything I always wanted

I have been handed

Who needs friends

When you have condos, swimming pools

Caviar, wine, businesses, money

My life's philosophy is Materialism

I need nothing else

To make me happy

I won't think twice

Anything is justified
To earn money

Even if it means

Treating others like trash

I am so much better

Than everyone else

Cause I got money

The poor are trouble

A bunch of bums

Make them pay all the taxes

For all the pain that they cause

I need my money

To own more of the world

You are not a person

You have no money

Therefore you are scum

Tax brackets determine my friendships

Conforming to suburbia

Brings a long life and happiness

Just as long

As you're rich

stylish, and boring

I want to be like

The popular kids

Wearing their fancy clothes

Deep down insecurity

Yearning to fit in

Never having to think for myself

Hey, that's way too hard

But spending money is easy

My wellbeing is determined

By the ups and downs of my stocks

Everyone is telling me there is more

To life

But I don't see more

I only see one color

And that is green

When you're drinking champagne

Who needs intellectual stimulation?

People judge people by appearances

In fact

That's the only thing I judge

If you have no expensive clothes

Then you are scum

I want money

I want power

I want to rule the world

Becoming an elitist capitalist

With such a self-centered mindset

I won't ever have to use my brain

Credentials, Portfolios

Is what life's about

What does it matter

If you're in touch with yourself

When I look at money

And my beautiful hair

I don't have to look at myself

Life is easy

I don't have to work

I'm 45

And still live with

Mommy and Daddy

They pay my way

They make my day

I can't think for myself

When will I grow up?

Hey, kids

Want a friend

You don't need to be a friend

You just need to write a check

Those who are successful

Will always be successful

And no one else

If you weren't born here

Then you don't belong

I have no emotions

Money is my master

I never even heard of

The inner child

I never ever did anything

No accomplishments whatsoever

Even if my resume says differently

Everything I ever got

Was obtained, not from

Hard work

But by paying someone off

Who needs morals

When you can bribe?

If you like the finer things in life

Then a preppie, you should be

But you can only join our clubs

If you're rich enough to pay the fee

Giggle, giggle

Too dumb to say something intelligent

Fix my hair, then the girls will like me

Who cares if I have the personality of a doorknob?

If Looks are everything

Then preps are really nothing

I hate punks

I hate metalheads

I hate greasers

I hate skaters

I hate the studious

I hate grungies

I hate jocks

I hate artists

I hate rappers

I hate anyone

Who doesn't act as superficial

As I do

I live to impress

If my status ever declines

I will become depressed

Since my reputation is everything

If it's lost

I have nothing

Preppie, Preppie, Preppie, Preppie

People like me

Make Capitalism go

And we are responsible

For all its evil

I am so lazy

But since my parents are wealthy

I'm viewed as prosperous

Measuring my manhood

By my bank account

My drive for money

Is so intense

It has stripped away

All my good sense

The world's not full of emotions

It's full of things

People are just objects

To be bought and sold

I could shudder and cringe

And all the sinister evil

I could expose it

But

That would mean less profits

So, I say to hell with it

I hide behind my money

I run this world

With all my greed, and shallowness

Is it any wonder

Why it's so screwed up?

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Politics

Conservatives suck

Liberals suck

Middle of the Roaders suck

Authoritarians really suck

Libertarians are pretty cool

But only Anarchists rule

Psychiatrist!

Psychiatrist, Oh, Psychiatrist

Please help me

I'm insane

Each day I see you

I am getting sicker

As your wallet gets thicker

And your attorneys become slicker

You seem to think

Your fancy smancy degrees

Justify such outrageous fees

Instead of putting me at ease

You do whatever you please

If this is the cure

I'd rather have the disease

It's surely more pleasant

Indeed

You talk like a dictionary

And look like one too

You claim to know more about me

Than I do myself

They call me nuts

But you are a madman

There's very little difference

Between doctor and patient

Tortures called medicine

Pain called help

You're just really out

To make a buck

Your diagnosis

Is the cause of my psychosis

I need a pill

Just to tolerate the bill

8 years of Medical School

Has made you such a fool

You have destroyed my free will

You're the one who's really ill

Clinging onto superstition

Your so called intuition

Has destroyed all my ambition

Your distinguished credentials

Have ruined my potential

Suppressing my emotion

Causes your promotion

Your idea of healing

Is sexual feeling

Holier than Thou

And a hell of a lot smarter

You know everything about the human brain

Yet don't have a life of your own

You're out to earns profits

As others suffer greatly

Having sex with all the females

Is your idea of

Professional behavior

You are a pimp

With a medical degree

Labeling everything and everyone

You're creating a problem

That wasn't there before

Drug up the sick

Drug up the dying

Always making sure

The pharmaceuticals, they keep buying

A junkie with a M.D.

A Pusher of drugs

Too lazy to heal people

But ever so eager

To dig in their pockets

And take

Humans are guinea pigs

They have no feelings

They are lavatory rats

You don't care about the suffering

You just want facts

Patient abuse

To gain data

For your professional use

Have you no heart

You tore people apart

Perversion

And it's legal

But not moral

You care not

They call you a shrink

Not wanting

Anyone to think.

You want to

Think for them

Becoming a brainwasher

And mind controller

Rationalizing immorality

Justifying evil

Questioning established ethics

Not knowing right or wrong

They gave you a degree

They gave you a degree

Right is right

And wrong is wrong

But you made it gray

You are always able to

Justify anything you do

Quack, quack

Witch doctor

Give me some of your hocus pocus

My disease is all in YOUR head

Disease is profitable

Health is profitless

Curing me from the illness

You created yourself

If there was no make believe

No falsehoods and no phoniness

You'd go broke

In a second

You call me paranoid

You think you're Freud

You get kicks

From messing with

The minds of the ill

What a doctor!

What a person!

I see you every day

and my pay

Is being thrown away

Look at all those inconclusive diagrams

Look at all the doctor's scams

Need not worry

About any reprimand

Psychiatrists are above the law

And holier than thou, too

You are a crazed

Sexually perverted

Lunatic

With no morals

If you applied

For any other professional position

You'd be firmly denied

But, you are a psychiatrist

So, a beautiful office is provided

For your sick use

Psychiatrists are sadists

So Patients must be masochists

They love to see people suffer

They love to scam and hoax you

They are maniacs

Psychiatrist, and patient

One has a license

Otherwise

They're both the basically the same

This is where

Unorthodox is orthodox

Strange is normal

Pain is pleasure

And evil is good

Doctor, doctor

Never answering for what you done

Being a psychiatrist is

Lots of fun

I yell stop

You keep on going

I say boring

But you keep annoying

Make me insane

Drive me insane

Look at all the pain

You caused

It never was here

Before

The sick

The depraved

The rotten

Are not jailed

But issued

M.D's and are licensed

Maybe we need a psychiatrist

To "cure" all the other psychiatrists

No, that would only worsen the problem

I don't want no doctor

Wandering in my head

I want a brain

And a body

Not dickered around with

I don't want poverty

I don't need more insanity

I want peace

Psycho

The more disease out there

The more profits there are

So, doctors

Find a fault

With everyone

Then label

A new disease

Call it a disorder

And all your appointments will be filled

Soon, you can call the whole world

Mentally ill

Just think of the profits

Who cares about the decline

Of civilization

Everyone, everyone

Everyone, everyone

Everyone, everyone

Everyone, everyone

Is sick in some way

And needs to see a psychiatrist

Every day

100 dollars an hour

Just to hear

"Take it easy"

And those damn psychiatrists

Are so sleazy

Well, you think

You're normal

That's too bad

Normality is a disease too

Anything to get you in the office

Where they molest and rape you

Not to mention

Grossly overcharge you

The cure is the sickness

The cure is making me sick

What's wrong with people

Curing themselves

Helping themselves

Healing themselves

In that

There are no profits

So, there are fewer psychiatrists

Now that's what I call

Wonderful

Trying to cure the whole world

Yet, you're the sickest of us all

I'm going broke.

If I disobey

They shock me

Or my neck, they choke

Psychiatrists are not common folk

That's why

They should not roam around

Throw them in jail

Where they belong

Then our mental state

Will soon rebound

Anarchy, Humor, and Hate

Volume 7

Andrew Bushard

Health Inspector

100 times more paranoid

Than Howard Hughes

But only a billionth

As wealthy

Intervene

Regulate

Harass

Agitate

I am your health inspector

Forget common sense

If you don't pay me off

Or lick my boots

Then you must follow the regulations

To the book

One little hair

In the food

And we're going

To shut you down

You can't think for yourself

You need to strictly obey

Our overtly cautious regulations

We, at the government

Are the only ones

Who know anything

About health and wellness

Wash your hands

300 times a day

Or your fine restaurant, we will condemn

Or a fine, you will pay

We come unexpectedly

To your little restaurant

To see if you're abiding by

Out nitpicky rules

We know you're fools

It's too hard to make friends

So I work for the government

I love to regulate

I have all the power

To close your restaurant down

What kind of person

What kind of person

What kind of person

Would want to do this job?

I am nothing

So I flash a badge

In your face

If I don't like you

You will be penalized

And ostracized

By Uncle Sam

I can't get a job

In the private sector

Only the government

Would hire me

Businesses have too much integrity

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Rules, rules, rules

Rules, rules, rules

There are billions and billions

Of rules

And we expect you

To follow each one

You better obey

Or we'll shut you down

Wash your hands

Until they bleed

Then wash the blood off

I have obsessive compulsive disorder

And soon you will too

Clean, clean

Safe, safe

Not even

Hospitals have it

This tough

If you don't know

Everything about biology

Then you are unfit

To operate a restaurant

I have no life

So I memorize health codes

I can recite every last one

But I can't even count to five

In high school

I was hall monitor

High school hall monitor

High school hall monitor

High school hall monitor

High school hall monitor

Do you want to be a health inspector?

Well, you don't have to be too smart

In fact, if you are

Then the health department

Won't hire you

I will bicker in your face

I will find unfindable grease

I will have you begging on your knees

I will drive you crazy

You're too stupid

To keep

Things clean

By yourself

That's why you need our "help"

You're too dumb

To wash your hands

Unless we tell you to

I'll make your life a living hell

Even if all is well,

We'll shut you down, anyways

What would you do without us?

What would you do without us?

What would you do without us?

How would you ever stay healthy?

How would you stay alive?

This is the government

The practicality of business

Doesn't apply here

You even need a license

To serve beer

Every rule you break

Means another fine, you will pay

Which means more money in our pockets

So we're eager to fine away

We force you to comply

For a small bribe

We will lie

If our politics don't agree

A revocation of a license

You will see

I'm a health inspector

I don't know

The meaning of integrity

So I initiate

Stupidity

Eradicating all the physical disease

You have ever seen

But ushering in lots more

Mental Disease

I'm a health inspector

I do whatever I please

And if you sneeze

We'll shut you down

For good

I can't find any other job

I don't have any friends

I am insecure

So I elevate myself

By bickering at you

I work for the government

I have a lousy temperament

That's why I was hired

I don't care if you are tired

Obey me

Or we'll shut you down

This job is not about

Fighting bacteria

Or cleaning up restaurants

It's about irritating people

And driving them insane

I feel so good

Whenever I come around

I watch you

Squirm and stress

I can do that

I am so powerful

I'm a health inspector

Anti-disease infector

Private sector career

Rejecter

Why work in the real world?

Cause, the real world is reality

Working for the government

I do not have to face

Life's brutality

I can run a budget into the red

I can mess with people's heads

I can feel good about regulation

With no agitation

Health inspectors are no good

What type of person

Would want to intervene?

The very thought is obscene

We want the government off our backs

We are tired of unjustified attacks

And what the government lacks

You'll find in the private sector

Health

Healthy

I don't want health

I want sickness

Let me be sick

If I so desire

Health inspector

Your codes are now obsolete

Health inspector

I reject you!

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

Going to shut you down

For good

A Nazi

A Nazi came to

My place of business, one day

He had a swastika on his arm

I guess, despite his ignorance

He meant no harm

He wanted to be served

Just like the others

He wasn't really much of a bother

Sitting in his booth

Reading Mein Kampf

His order was simple

Just a brandy

And he asked

If a lighter was handy

I decided to serve him

Even though

I utterly despise racists

And skinheads, in particular

I had a plan

There was no need to bicker

I went into the bar

And got his drink

This gave me a little time

To think

I gently set his drink down

Holding back anger

I did not frown

I told him

All his drinks were free

He just nodded

But didn't thank me

He was solemnly engaged

In his book

He wasn't paying attention

So I gave him, a dirty look

I asked how many drinks

He would like

He replied "ten"

I served another man

And then

Got them

I told him to drink hardy

All liquor is on the house

Still reading

He ordered 10 more

By the time

I returned

All the glasses were empty

And I served him ten more

He told me

Mein Kampf

Was damn interesting

Was there something

I was missing?

I briskly walked

Into the bar

Where I sat for awhile

Soon, an intoxicated Nazi

Came crawling towards the door

I asked if

He would like to drink any more

Usually, for drunks

A taxi, I call

That's most of the time

Not all

I helped him into his automobile

He wondered if

He was too plastered

To drive

I shook my head "No way"

"You're fine; you're okay"

He revved up the engine

Then revved it again

He did a donut

As I ate one

He slipped gear

Into neutral

And then

Wondered

Why

He was not moving

I screamed "reverse, reverse!"

"Mr. Bartender, I have no purse."

"Back it up, you fool, back it up"

He finally caught on

And went backwards

Never turning the wheel

Or switching gear

He kept backing

And backing

And backing

Until an intersection

He entered

A beautiful

Magnificent

Marvelous

Semi

Was conveniently,

At the time

Passing through

So, to a my Nazi friend

I said bye

See

You don't need violence

After all, it's not justified

To get rid of your enemies

You just need self-reliance

And intelligence

I cause a Nazi to die

But I don't feel guilty.

Should I?

I Care About You

Don't listen to my records

Too loud, child

Or you'll go deaf

And won't be able to hear no more

Then you'll have no need for records anymore

I care about you

This is how I care about you

Don't stare into

The cd laser reader

Or your corneas will become damaged

And soon you'll go blind

Then you won't be able to

See and buy my records

In the music store

I care about you

This is how I care about you

Don't headbang too erratically

Or you'll get whiplash

And be in the hospital for

Months and months

With extensive medical bills

With no money to buy my records

I care about you

This is how I care about you

Don't smoke cigarettes

Or dope

Or sniff cocaine

Or drop acid

All these things

May cause premature death

And when you're dead

You can't buy my records

I care about you

This is how I care about you

I care about you

This is how I care about you

I want Anarchy

Anarchy, Anarchy

I want Anarchy

I don't want bigotry

I don't want idolatry

I don't want infamy

I want Anarchy

I don't want bestiality

I don't homosexuality

I don't want corporate mentality

I want Anarchy

I don't want industry

I don't want absurdity

I don't want stupidity

I want Anarchy

I don't want whiskey

I don't want brandy

I don't want candy

I want Anarchy

I don't want blasphemy

I don't want ministry

I don't want hickory

I want Anarchy

I don't want proctology

I don't want technology

I don't want society

I want Anarchy

I don't want supremacy

I don't want practicality

I don't want morality

I want Anarchy

I don't want harmony

I don't want insanity

I don't want infancy

I want Anarchy

I don't want fraternity

I don't want sorority

I want mortality

I want Anarchy

I don't want Italy

I don't want Germany

I don't want Hungary

I want Anarchy

I don't want brutality

I don't want psychology

I don't want an apology

I want Anarchy

I don't want an eatery

I don't want immaturity

I don't want mercury

I want Anarchy

I don't want chivalry

I don't want pageantry

I don't imagery

I want Anarchy

I don't want beauty

I don't want insincerity

I don't want pharmacology

I want Anarchy

I don't want polygamy

I don't want bigamy

I don't want sodomy

I want Anarchy

I don't want obscenity

I don't want cookery

I don't want passivity

I want Anarchy

I don't want palmistry

I don't want probability

I don't want an enemy

I want Anarchy

I don't want history

I don't want leprosy

I don't want calligraphy

I want Anarchy

I don't want biology

I don't want sociology

I don't want chemistry

I want Anarchy

I don't want fatality

I don't want fantasy

I don't want reality

I want Anarchy

I don't want cruelty

I don't want adultery

I don't want lobotomy

I want Anarchy

I don't want monopoly

I don't want ability

I don't want money

I want Anarchy

I don't want family

I don't want fallacy

I don't want mixology

I want Anarchy

I don't want monarchy

I don't want tyranny

I don't want democracy

I want Anarchy

I don't want an entity

I don't want a country

I want liberty

I want Anarchy

I don't want everything

I don't want nothing

I don't want anything

I want Anarchy

Corporate America

Say goodbye

To your family neighborhood store

And all those independent shops

Because we're going to swallow them up.

Pretty soon

The whole world will be

One big corporation

We're called rich capitalists

But we're really socialists

We want your money

We want your labor

We want your life

We want your soul

We plan to enslave you all

Each new chain

Each subsidiary

Is another stake

In your grave

You will have no options

Buy from us or starve.

Isn't it ironic?

Monopolies aren't much different

From communism itself

We own record labels

We own bookstores

We own museums

We own movie theaters

We own TV stations

We toss artists

Doesn't the very thought

Make you quiver?

Opinions greatly suppressed

And reduced

If not totally eliminated

From view

We utterly despise indies

We will squash

Them

Then completely destroy

Them

We want America to become one

We want the people to become one

We want everyone under our control

All your prized institutions

Will be torn down

And detonated

Then replaced with

Profit generating

Corporations

We hate independents

They charge decent prices

They take risks

They are less subjective

They have creativity

They are completely opposite

Of us

Suppressing all information

Truth and realizations

Is the job

Or your friendly corporation

Corporate America

The red, white, and blue

Now green is a color

Of our country's flag too

We control everything

And we want to control more

Soon we will wipe out

Every independent store

We love war

The profit potential

Is limitless

We don't give a damn

About the death toll

We only care

About the payroll

Corruption, greed, racketeering

Don't try to appeal

To your government for help

We lobby and lobby

It's much more than a hobby

In all essence

We own the white house, too

There's nothing you can do

About corporate power

We want to make money

Every minute and every hour

Obsessed with the dollar

Possessed by the bottom line

This is our world

You just live in it

If you don't agree with us

Then

Your records will not be cut

Your paintings will be burned

Your books will forever be shut

Your extremism will not air

That's life, we own everything

Who cares if it's not fair

We keep getting richer

As others keep getting poorer

Share the wealth

Hello no

The status quo is here to stay

Our financial backing

Will keep it that way

Only corporations

Have any say

Anyway

We will limit your options

We will narrow your choices

We will alter your perspective

We live in a world

Where the more money

You have

The more important

You are

We accommodate right wing fanatics

We cave into censors' pressures

We don't want to offend

We just want to earn

Art

Fart

Your artistic integrity

Will be transformed into

A business commodity

That is

If you want to make it big

A perpetual catch 22

For all those starving artists out there

The only way to get produced

Is to already have been produced

Before

An elite social club

Where talent and skills

Creativity, intelligence

Originality and ability

Mean absolutely nothing

Where money and boot licking

Mean absolutely everything

It's not a question

Of how you create

It's a question

Of how well you imitate

One sided fantasy

Instead of all sided reality

Is what we print in newspapers

And air on television shows

We will tell you

Exploitation of workers

Is no problem at all

But a threat to our wealth

And all heads will roll

Who don't we let speak?

Anarchists

Communists

Socialists

Marxists

Unionists

Libertarians

Populists

The Poor

The Hungry

The Angry

Artists

Independents

Criminals

Liberals

Basically everyone who

Disagrees with us

Or anyone who will

Tell you the truth

About us

Who do we let speak?

Brown nosers

And corporate pals

But that's it!

We control information

We control communication

You don't get news

You get propaganda

Having lots of options

Is a major complication

The easier choice

Is one massive corporation

We are everywhere

There's nowhere to run

You can't escape

You can't hide

Wherever you go

There is a corporation

Around

You will live only for us

You will be our robots

No mind of your own

Live for us or die

Every single aspect

Of your measly life

Is somehow

Someway

Owned

Operated

And controlled

By Corporate America

Corporate America

To them, you are tied and bound

Unable to sever

Ever

We will buy away your morals

We will buy away common sense

We will by away freedom

You won't know it

But you'll love it

This is

A corporate world

And you are

A corporate pawn

When will the truth

Ever dawn

On you?

I am strongly opposed

Very critical and way

I utterly detest

Corporate America

This nation is becoming

One large corporation

We don't want independents

We want dependence

You are not a person

Just stock in a corporation

Allowing few, if any

Views and perspectives

And those we do

Are very complimentary

To our well being

Profits and preservation

Are foremost

Quality and integrity

Are secondary

Doesn't this all

Make for fantastic art?

I hate corporate books

I hate corporate magazines

I hate corporate movies

And I especially hate

Corporate music

Why?

They say nothing

That is important

Moral, right

Or intelligent

And forget about

Creativity

Intuition

Spontaneity

And

Ambition

Corporate

Corporate

Corporate America

Is after you

Nothing should be owned

By just one.

Share the wealth

And let independents

Run at least part of the world

Don't conquer people

Or sell them

Corporate America is not my America!

At all!

Anarchy, Humor, and Hate

Volume 8

Andrew Bushard

Your Gun Control

Your gun control

Is such a brilliant idea

Take away the guns

Then all crimes disappear

You may take away the weapon

Bu the will

To kill

Is still

Here

I'll just use

Different means

To achieve the same end

Sure

It'll take longer

And it'll be harder

But eventually

I will end up killing

Just the same

Suppressing the weapon

And not the killer

Gets a hell of a lot done

You cure a symptom

Not a disease

If you really want to stop murder

Then you must change me

Your indirect approach

Is not working very well

In fact

It is not working at all

You must

Stop the killer

To stop the killing

Confiscating an inanimate object

Is utterly ridiculous

Your gun control

Is not thought control

Your gun control

Is no thought control

Just see

How many people

The gun kills

On its own

When will

The madness, absurdity

And paranoia end?

You can control my gun

But you can't control me

You can control my gun

But you can't control me

Your gun control

Is not thought control

Your gun control

Is no thought control

The killing never ends

The murder never ends

The blood keeps flowing

The amount of violence

Keeps growing

With or without

A gun

I will kill

So, what you have done

Is really just a waste of time

And effort

Your gun control

Is not thought control

Your gun control

Is no thought control

You can't understand me

You can't explain me

You can't rationalize me

You don't even know the source

Of the problem

I was born a killer

And I live to kill

No gun law

Will change my free will

Your gun control

Is not thought control

Your gun control

Is no thought control

Thank you

You have expanded my mind

Now I must become more creative

When I think

Of ways to kill

A law, regulation, or bill

Can take away my gun

But I still have the urge and desire

To kill

I will always kill

I will always kill

I will always kill

I will always kill

With or without a gun

Killing is fun

I will always kill

I will always kill

I will always kill

I will always kill

Barbarians

How do we come

To call ourselves civil?

How can we look in the mirror?

Why are we hypocrites?

Why don't we care?

We are just barbarians

Every time

I look into those small eyes

I wonder how these eyes

Could be murdered

For food

Or a jacket

Or a wallet

Or for no purpose

At all

One life's sacrifice

To satisfy another life's hunger

Who has the right to say

Who should and

Should not live

I would rather survive

Than kill

On any day

But

I'm just like everyone else

I'm a killer too

Who made us supreme?

If we can't respect life

Then are we really

The dominant species?

We all are living

So why do others have to die

We are greedy

We are stupid

We don't give a damn

About suffering

We just want

Pretty things

Oh, we're so sophisticated

It's sick

Disgusting

Nauseating

And

Aggravating

To see them die

Is it worth a life

To have all the things we buy

Treat them like shit

They don't feel

They aren't alive

They're just things

Tears flow

But we're blind

Hedonism is important

No one's ever kind

Murder is murder

No matter

Who is murdered

Is still a murder

Blood

I hope your jacket's red

Disease

I hope bacteria invades your meat

Rash

I hope that leather makes you itch

You insensitive witch

Might

Might

Might

We don't love the earth

We don't care about its plight

All we want is

To be warm at night

Die, Die, Die

You don't deserve to live

You're just a meaningless nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Our selfish minds

Take precedence

To your insignificant life

We are apathetic to your suffering

Kill us

Kill us

Kill us

Look what we've done to you

Don't spare me

I'm just as guilty as

The next day

But

At least

I feel sorrow

At least

I feel hurt

At least

I care

An eye

For an eye

A life for a life

If we take your life

Your right to take ours

Kill us

We've killed you

Many times

It's sad and true

The human race

Is a bloody disgrace

To the earth

When we stop eating life

At that time

There will be mirth

Eat us

For your survival

Kill us

For your pleasure

Turn the tide

Destroy our pride

Don't let us hide

Come inside

We're equals

Cept

You're better

You're superior

You are supreme

Why do we murder

Such precious, harmless things

To kill a dog

Is to kill a cow

To kill a rabbit

Is to kill a dog

To kill a cat

Is to kill a chicken

To kill a chicken

Is to kill a dog

To kill a dog

Is to kill a rat

To kill a moose

Is to kill a goose

To kill a hen

Is to kill a dog

To kill an eagle

Is to kill a fish

To kill an animal

Is to kill a person

It's all the same

It's the same fucking game

Guilt

I feel guilt

Every time I eat

Guilt

I feel guilt

When I see all the severed feet

Guilt

I feel guilt

When I'm silent

Guilt

I feel guilt

When they become dormant

My heart hurts

My head aches

Whenever

I engage in repast

I want to cry

When I think

That they die

For us

I shed a tear

Every time I eat a deer

We do not fear

Our conscience

We do not fear anything

We are heartless

And now

They are lifeless

Just because

We're human

The so called

Dominant species

That doesn't make us God

It's not within our rights

To give and take lives

Slaughter

Without a second thought

Malice

Without consideration

What we did

We cannot undo

It is final

It is done

We don't value life

We just value things

They are on this earth

Along with us

We don't exist

We eliminate

And eradicate

As we fit

We don't even bother

To think a little bit

What type of being

Kills millions of the defenseless?

What type of creature

Ends life?

Cannibalism

Cannibalism

Cannibalism

To eat a life

Is to eat a little part of yourself

A part of your life

A part of your soul

How can we live with ourselves

When we don't allow

Others to live at all?

Tremendous guilt

Burdens me

And rests on my shoulders

I want to cry

Do you know why?

We are barbarians

Nothing more

We don't know

What's worth living for

Every time I see a plate

I think of all the hate

And what I just ate

Most of us

Won't even hesitate

Over our poor friends' fate

Shed a tear

For all of them

We stole life

We hate taken it away

For own selfish needs

And we're the human race

On the Scala Naturae

We maintain the highest place

What a disgrace!

Shed a tear

For an animal

Shed a tear

For a friend

Shed a tear

For a murder

Shed a tear

Until

All this violence ends

Dead Cow

Dead Chicken

Dead Pig

Dead Pheasant

Dead Fish

Dead Shrimp

Dead Oyster

Dead Crab

Dead Lobster

Killed Cow

Killed Chicken

Killed Pig

Killed Pheasant

Killed Fish

Killed Shrimp

Killed Oyster

Killed Crab

Killed Lobster

May all your meat be filled with blood

Ridden with bacteria and disease

I'm proud of us

We're barbarians

Contrived Art

All my artistic stuff

Seems contrived

I force myself to write

I force myself to write

Is this right?

Contrived art is beautiful

It's gracious and magnificent

The faster you create

The better

Quantity

Over quality

Finished product

Over incomplete eloquence

The bottom line

Over the supreme

Look at this work of art

It seems so damn contrived

Everything is contrived

Desiring to finish

Is contriving

Nothing is art

Everything is contrived

Controlled and contrived

Tired and not believed

Disrupted and silenced

Lambasted and bombarded

With contrived art

Hurry up

Quit

Your time is through

You have reached the deadline

I want contrived art

The pressure is on

Finish, finish, finish

Abridge and censor

Object and slander

We don't want a thing of beauty

We just want a thing to sell

If you're smart

You'll contrive your art

Soon you will find out

Carefully

Sculpting

And molding

Does not pay

The world will not wait

It wants a product

Whether it's good or bad

Does not mean a damn

Rhyme to rhyme

Finish in the

Fastest possible time

Don't motivate

Or hallucinate

You won't ever get done

This is business

Who ever heard of creating just for fun?

Stale

Sick

Boring

Bland

Ordinary

Mundane

Average

Mediocre

Contrived art

Faster, faster, faster

Faster, faster, faster

Your best thoughts

Will occur

Under the most pressure

Think or die

Think or die

And do it quickly

Everything is contrived

In some little way

Nothing is ever caressed

Babied

And developed

Like it should be

Slowwwwwwwwwwwwww

Down

Change

Rearrange

Start over

Till everything is right

Nothing is worth seeing

Nothing is worth hearing

It's all contrived

We're all deceived

We think it's art

We think it's art

What the hell is it?

What the hell is it?

In five minutes

You must produce

The best work of art

Ever

Or you'll be terminated

Okay, go to it!

Suppress

Repress

Depress

Impress

No one!

Everything sucks

Everything sucks

I have never seen any art

There is no such thing as art

Business, Business, Business

Your canvas is green

Your studio is decorated with dollar bills

Your microphone is erected on a foundation of coins

Your pin is filled with melted currency

Instead of ink

There's not a single piece of art

Which does not stink

We just want to get done

We don't want to think

An eloquent piece of rhetoric

Transformed into

Mere words

A brilliant composition

Readjusted

To just vibrations and sounds

A sad commentary

A gruesome story

A horrible tale

A miserable allegory

What has happened to art?

Where did it go?

Where is it?

We contrived it all

All of it

Into nothingness

Everything

Has become nothing

Contrive your art

Contrive your art

Contrive you art

Watch Your Idiot Box

Watch your idiot box

Watch it everyday

Do nothing

Sit there

And watch it

You'll become an idiot

Watching the idiot box

You are an idiot

When you watch the idiot box

Drunks as role models

Slobs as idols

Fools as heroes

Simpletons as friends

Block out knowledge

Watch the idiot box

Support your heart attack

Watch the idiot box

How very simple

How so naive

Watch the idiot box

Little one

Turn it on

Switch channels

Belch

Burp

Usurp your brain power

Every hour

Every hour

Watching the same old shit

The crap

Your force yourself

To watch

Cause there's nothing better on

To not to think

Or to not think

That is the question

Don't bother with productivity

Creativity

Or objectivity

Watch the idiot box

Instead

Look at you

You are rotting

Collecting dust

Like a rickety antique chair

Suicide of the mind

Murder of the heart

Death of the soul

But......

You're laughing

Aren't you?

You're having fun

You are enjoying yourself

You think

Well....

Aren't you?

You're so fat

You're lazy

You're stupid

All you do is watch the set

That is all you do

Boo

To you

When you laugh at this crap

They are really laughing at you

How easily

They duped you

How simple you really are

Now we have remote controls

Now not only

Are you not thinking

You're also not moving

Exactly what they wanted

You're a worthless pile of shit

They wanted that, I will add

Look at you

You're a pathetic slob

Nintendo requires

Too much intellectual stimulation

You stay informed

Watching the news every night

They tell you what you want to hear

And you listen

You absorb it all

Your eyes are crossed

Your stomach needs pumping

Your veins are exploding

And you heart is attacking

You're no good

You're a rotten piece of trash

You just sit there

You don't move at all

You're

Expressionless

Emotionless

Mindless

How does this box entertain you?

How does it stimulate you?

How does it excite you?

How does it arouse you?

How does it motivate you?

You are still watching

You are still viewing

You are dying

But I'm not crying

I'm laughing

You're brainwashed

A simple drone

In the mindless and apathetic herd

Too bad

So sad

You merely take up space

No productive deeds

Or constructive acts

You are wasting our resources

Rot, rot, rot, rot

You may as well smoke pot

Dull your senses

Avoid common sense

Spend your cents

On nonsense

Look at you

Oh, you can't

You'd have to get up

And walk over

To that mirror

Oh, that's too far

That's way too hard

Thank God

They invented the remote control

Oh, how dreadful

The primitive past

Must have been

People actually had to get up

Out of their chair

To change the channel

Oh, Lord

Imagine that

Why do you watch these shows?

Why don't you do anything else?

You can't

You're a lazy derelict

Who will have

A cardiac arrest

In the near future

Ha ha

Dumbass

Even donkeys

Engage in more intellectually

Stimulating activities

Than you

But after all...

That's not saying much

Oh, my

A perfect little robot

Who always obeys

And never questions

Or thinks

Uh,

It appears

That someone wants you to be this way

It's too late

You're up too late

Every night

Watching all that garbage

You sleep little

And think even less

You will be fired

And never rehired

Unless the position

Is one of TV viewing

You don't need drugs

You don't need poison

You don't need masochism

You've got a TV set

They are all laughing

Ridiculing and cheering

They look through the boob tube

At you

They've silenced

Your ego

They've squelched

Your rebellion

They've decimated

Your brain

They got you

Exactly where

You're no threat

You're just meaningless wretch

Who's never

Witty, urbane, or clever

Everlasting dormancy

Eternal silence

Everything has stopped

Nothing is going on anymore

Someone's happy

They're very happy

You think you're happy

Everything's okay

You are unaware

You don't know a damn thing

You're a moron

Who only watches

And never does

Passive

Not active

Not effective

Or productive

Not cunning

Not intelligent enough

To be ruthless

Are you a person?

Are you alive?

I sure couldn't tell

We will point the finger at you

We will mock, scoff at, and ridicule you

You are the scapegoat

That's what you get

You disgusting animal

Ha ha

You can't insult me

Half as good as I insult you

You can't think too quick

Or employ creativity

I can taunt you and tease you

Aggravate and displease you

Annoy and irritate you

But what can you do back

Are you mad at me?

Would you like to smash my face?

Well...

Uh...

You would have to get up first

Wouldn't you?

And you won't

Or you can't

Who cares?

I will piss you off

The idiot

And his idiot box

Will live and die together

What a wonderful life

Anarchy Humor and Hate

Volume Nine

Andrew Bushard

Slayer Fan

I'm a Slayer Fan

I don't listen to Just any band

I headbang

Into whiplash

Listening to my buddies

Slayer

Yes I am a Dumbass

Yes I am an ignoramus

I'm much dumber

Than you could ever think

My music isn't full

Of rhythm

Or Melody

Or harmony

But's it's crammed full O

f Satan

I'm a Slayer Fan

Full Blast

Millions and millions of watts

Watch out

I'm going deaf

When I disobey

It's not only because of

Defiance

And disobedience

But also because of deafness

I don't like those

Musicians

Who have integrity

Or those bands

Who have a

Social conscious

I don't want songs

With intelligent thought provoking lyrics

I want to listen to songs

About Satan

Satan, Satan Satan, Satan Satan, Satan

Everything I ever needed to know About Satanism

I learned from Slayer

I wear black

I wear skulls

I love blood

I love Death

I hate good taste

So I love Slayer

Faster, Faster, Faster

It's a good thing

Their lyrics are

Indecipherable

Otherwise,

I'd be viewed

As even more of a

Dumbass than

I already am

I will offend and appall you

With my occult stuff

I will frighten and horror you

With my destructive behavior

I will shock and upset you

With my entire Satanic attitude

I never go to church

So I'll never go to Heaven

I'm going to Hell.

I think.

At least, Hell,

Despite all its shortcomings and disadvantages,

It does have one wonderful advantage..

It's chock full of Death Metal bands

We yell ourselves

Hoarse

We worship Slayer and Satan

What the HELL is the difference?

Is there a difference?

Atheists are too caring

Agnostics are too intelligent

Christians are too loving

But Satanists are for killing

I do not worship

In a sacred church

Or in a mystical forest

I worship Satan

In the concert hall

Slayer

What beautiful, magnificent, marvelous

Compositions

What is Slayer's mission?

They want to send everyone

Off to hell

But are they going to hell?

Probably not.

Satan will kill them

Slayer is a bunch of wussy Satanists

I love those gentle, soothing lullabies

I love those graceful, harmonious rhythms

I love those serene, uplifting melodies

I love the brilliant, eloquent rhetoric

Speed Metal

Thrash Metal

Black Metal

Death Metal

Distort, Distort

Distort like hell

Never a decipherable lyric

Never any intelligent commentary

This is not music

This is Slayer

The Texas Longhorn Salute:

Is this a football game

Or a death metal concert?

A football game has

Much more blood and gore

But at Slayer concerts,

You'll find Satanism galore

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Satan is a wus

Slayer is not like other bands

You won't find sex, drugs, and rock and roll

All you'll find are ear piercing

Mind shattering

Satanic melodies

Melodies, Melodies

Slayer will put you to sleep

Slayer will put your MIND to sleep

Slayer works really hard

At sounding this shitty

Applaud them

I love poser bands

I love sellout bands

I love phony bands

I love Slayer

My peers are impressed

My friends admire me Satanism is cool

The rest of them

Are even stupider than me

I offend the Christian Right

I offend the Christian Left

I offend the Christian middle

I offend all Christians

And annoy everyone else

I'm cool

I'm a Satanist, Dude

Do I cast spells

Do I read the Satanic bible

Do I sacrifice cats and dogs

Hell No!

My sole claim to Satanism

Is my record collection.

Satan

Satan

Satan

Satan

Satan

Satan

Satan

Slayer

Slayer

Slayer

Slayer

Slayer

Slayer Slayer

Skaters yell "Slayer"

Greasers yell "Slayer"

Normals yell "Slayer"

Everyone is yelling "Slayer"

My satanic identity is gone

I am nothing

I hate these kinds of people

They're just a bunch of posers

Who are posing Satanic posers Posers of posers

Posers of posers

Posers of posers

It's so sad

Slayer isn't bad

They never kill

Or even maim

Heck, they probably don't even insult

They defrock

Satan's holy word

They are Satanic hypocrites

They give Satanism a bad name

Why, they must be agents of God

Slayer

Slaying what?

That horrendous monster of good taste

That horrific creature of integrity

That grotesque beast of creativity

Slayer

Never slander Slayer

Never taunt them during concerts

Never ridicule them

Never deface their sacred records

Slayer is my band

And I will defend them to the death

Satanists are my idols.

I am worth nothing

I can't make friends

I hate myself

So I seek refuge Among Satanists

Pentagrams are radical

They stand for evil

They stand for Slayer

They are cool

Shun morality

Shun intelligence

Shun music

Listen to Slayer

Listen, dude

Slayer's cuisine

Does not consist of urine and blood

But rather,

Of tea and pud

Slayer lives the high life

First class suites

Sexy women

Dollar bills

Coming out their ass

I look up to these guys

Someday I want to be like them

Some day I hope

I'm half as dumb

They appreciate the finer things in life

I am so classy

I listen to Slayer

I want to start a Slayer Club

In my high school

To join, you don't have to be smart

You just have to be a fool

And you must drool

Over Slayer

I want to listen to Slayer

24 hours a day

Get the adrenaline

Pumping

The blood flowing

The mind sedating

I want Slayer

Give me your mind numbing drug

Give me Slayer

Slayer Dude

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Ham Radio Man*-

I'm a Ham Radio Man

I'm the coolest dude in town

Instead of going to parties

Or hanging with the girls

I talk on and fidget with my radio

All night long

I love my radio

Like I love myself

In fact, I love it

Better than myself

The airwaves are my domain

And I am a self appointed policeman

My sole ambition in life

Is to rid the waves of bootleggers

I spend all my time with wires

This box eliminates my need for people

My conversations

Consist of only

Propagation

Modulation

And ultimately, my infatuation

I don't want to go out

I don't want to do anything

All I want to do

Is play with my radio all day long

The wife calls for dinner

I say "No"

"Shut up, hoe"

I'm making love to my radio

Of course

We're heading for divorce

But I don't care

As long as I have my radio

Life is fair

After all

I am a vigilante

My best friends are the FCC Licenses, not free speech, my son

Boring elites like me

Will rule the airwaves.

I am a brownnoser

I am a suck up

I love authority

I love authority

I'm a little 3rd grader

I'm telling on you

I'm telling the FCC

You were bad

I have absolutely

Nothing better to do

I monitor the airwaves

Collecting every clue

My ultimate goal

Is to incriminate you

The FCC will hear about you

I'm turning you in

This makes me feel good

I have power

I love my authority

I abide by their rules

So why don't you?

You piece of trash

Worthless shit

This is fun

I'm never done

I talk, and talk, and talk

About nothing ever important

Only about

Radio frequency, modulation, and antennas.

And you speak of

Politics, Philosophy, and even religion

My God, you are an intellectual

You are intelligent

We better keep you off the radio

The landlord hates me

I screw up his wiring

The neighbors hate me

I interfere with their TV

My kids hate me

I won't play with them

Hell, everyone hates me

I will fix my radio

It is broken

Someone smashed it

I am so depressed

It cannot be expressed

I grasp those wires

Electric shock

Electric shock

Praise my radio

Oh almighty

You are my one

And only love

Weekends are spent

At field days and flea shops

Looking for the right equipment

Ignoring all the people

No price is ever too high

You did no immoral deed

Yet I eagerly aid in your apprehension

Who is the hero

Who is the villain

You tell me

I've mastered Morse code

But I'm really as shy as hell

My radio is a transformer

It makes a Hyde out of my Jekyll

I don't talk to people

I talk to radios

Who needs people

When you have toys?

Fun toys

Fun toys

Narc --I will Narc

I have memorized the FCC rulebook

It is the world's greatest piece of literature

My bible, my bible

Don't defrock the holy word

I ragchew with people allover the world

Yet, I don't even speak to my own family

I don't want to see people's faces

I just want to hear them

Nerd, nerd

I'm a nerd

I know radio technology in and out

But I don't even know

How to talk to people

I always speak in technical jargon

I cannot relate

I cannot relate

To anyone

To anyone at all

Except my dear friend

My lover

My radio

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Government

Government, government

A wonderful invention

A brilliant concoction

Which stagnates us in primitiveness

I need government

Yet I don't want it

The more I need it

The less I want it

The less I want it

The more I need it

The more I want it

The less I need it

The less I need it

The more I want it

Me and my government gets along real good

Me and my government gets along

Oh so well

A catch --22

A perpetual love -hate relationship

It's not there when you need it

But it's overwhelmingly present, when you don't

If humans were perfect

We wouldn't need a stinking government

If government was perfect

We wouldn't bicker and moan

But neither of us is perfect

So that's the way it is

It ain't just the cops

It ain't just the courts

It ain't just the Congress

Nor ain't it just the president

It's the whole picture

It's everything together

All the tyranny is concentrated

And diffused

Upon you

And I

Ever since --a long time ago

Humanity has had this stumbling block This wall

This barrier This gate

One of the biggest follies of all time

When will we end it?

When will we end it?

Do we really need it?

Yes, perhaps

But do we want it?

No way, no how, no way

A cafeteria

All things for all people

Too many mutations

The monster is too massive

Soon it will explode

Soon.

A government without people

Or a people without government

Is the way it should be

Never coexisting

Always resisting

Ah--

People and their government

Forever

Together

As one

Ha.

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This Poem

This poem don't mean nothing

It don't mean shit

I wrote it, so please like it

This poem is written just to fill up space

Hey, Every corny poem has its place

But to waste so much ink is a major disgrace

This poem sucks I

t is lousy

It is for losers

So why do you read it?

You haven't stopped

You just continue

To read

Is your time worth so little to you?

A poem is supposed to be beautiful

About birds, bees, and gorgeous trees

But this?

This crazy stupid poem

Is just a bunch of words

Why was it written?

A better question is

Why is it being read?

Have you no brain in that head?

Gosh

This poem is so awful

It is so contrived

It rhymes just to rhyme

But, hey, at least it is free style

A poem about nothing

Is right here

No emotions or feeling

Or even rational reasoning

Just a sad commentary

A grand folly

A magnificent snafu

Say goodbye

To graceful eloquence

Marvelous rhetoric

Divine prose

And say hello

To great bullshit crappy words

Idiotic rhymes

This poem does not belong

In shelves stocked with Whitman

Dickerson and Poe

This poem is so bad

It even makes

Dr. Dre look like a literary genius

A moron wrote it

A comatose reads it

A genius burns it

An idol forgets it

And a god never knew of it

Have you nothing better to do

Than read a poem

Written just for dupes like you

This poem does not deserve to be read

This poem does not deserve to be read

This poem does not deserve to be read

Feed your brain with something intelligent

Instead

This poem will soon end

It has been way too long

Even one line of it

Is way too long

This poem is ending

You are an idiot

You could be learning something

You could be stimulating your brain

You could be thinking

But you choose to read this poem

I pity you

I really, really do

\---------------------

That Kid-

Let's make fun of that kid

For everything he ever did

We never look deep in his soul

All we see is one big hole

We take our insecurities and our frustrations

With ourselves

But do not face them

Instead

Attempt to justify our little self worth

By making jokes about him

We won't try to understand him

Cause we know we already don't like him

He is different from us

Or

Is he better than us?

We never offer any invitation

But we supply plenty of persecution

We would rather die

Than try to be his friend

It makes us feel good T

o make him feel bad

We feel we are worth nothing

So we'll make him feel that way too

He is so strange

He is so weird

He is so loony

He is so crazy

He is so odd

He is so queer

He is so abnormal

He is so unusual

He is so freaky

He is so retarded

But he loves himself

Do we love ourselves?

Hey, we never thought about that

We never do much thinking

It's scary

We wouldn't want to think about ourselves

That's even more scary

We can not explain him

We can not rationalize him

We can not justify his existence

He always goes against the grain

And we always flow with it

He is just a piece of shit

We are big

We feel so big

What better way to make yourself big

Than by making others feel small

It is so much easier

To be mean

Than to be nice

When you are nice

People make fun of you

You really pay the price

Being mean is cool

We want to vomit

We want to purge

He is the punching bag

He is the scapegoat

We are sick

So we pursue him

Is he really worth our time

Yes, we have nothing better to do

It feels so good

To treat him like shit

We avoid mirrors

We avoid ponds

We avoid glass

We don't take pictures

We need a big group to take him on

Hell, we'd never go one on one

We can't do that

Cause then

We'd be on equal terms

And we'd have to focus on "I"

We don't try to step into his shoes

Because then

We'd have to look at ourselves

Anarchy, Humor, and Hate

Volume 10

Andrew Bushard

Death Metal

Death Metal

Death Metal

Brain Death Metal

Death Metal

Death Metal

Brain Death Metal

I don't want to be sung to

I want to be barked at

All I ever think about

Is Death and Satan

This is reflected in my music

I am a Satanist

I am the biggest fucking dumbass in the world

I know Hell exists

But I do not mind that I am going there

In fact, I WANT to go to Hell

All the paradoxes of life

All of life's trials and tribulations

All of life's problems

Can be solved

With Death

I don't want singing

I want yelling

I don't want drumming

I want beating

I don't want guitar playing

I want distortion

I don't want life

I want Death

I could very well not know

What on earth these Death Metal stars

Are saying

But they print their lyrics

So I can memorize them

And I'll tell you

They are great!

As fast as they play

As loud as they are

I can never decipher a lyric

Only my subconscious mind can comprehend

5000 words a minute

Which is in any given Death metal song

Migraine headache

Mental disease

Brain hemorrhage

Whiplash

Broken, torn up limbs from moshing

Crushed caved in chests from boshing

Red blood shot eyes from watching

A sick twisted stomach from listening

Is it a coincidence

Or is it just me?

But every time I listen

To Slayer

I find myself reaching

For a Bayer

Sure,

Slayer's the best

But there are many other

Wonderful Death Metal bands

Many, many others

There are a shitload

With no signs of

Fading or disappearing

I love Death Metal lyrics

Blood and pain arouse me

Even if it sickens you,

I love it!

It's not so much the subject matter

Which make the lyrics great

But merely how the artists handle it

Does the artist use tact?

Is the artist fair?

Death Metal artists glorify Death

That is why the lyrics rule

My joy and fulfillment derived from Death Metal

Cannot be expressed by mere words

The appreciation of this art form

Is something inherent in my inner being

It is a result of my very constitution

Independent of society and environment

Dude

I like Death metal

I don't know why!

Maybe, it's the masochism on the brain

Or the sedation of the central nervous system

Or the assault on the limbs

Maybe, it's the intense vibrations of the inner ear

My music doesn't make me

Want to think

My music makes me

Want to kill

Loud and fast

Not accessible and melodic

Repetitious and Boring

Not spontaneous and free flowing

Vulgar and offensive

Not emotionally intensive

Die everyone

Blood

Pain

Misery

Suffering

Agony

I want Death

I want everyone and everything dead

Except Death metal

May it live forever

And ever

I am destructive

And unproductive

I am a colossal waste

Of the earth's resources

Don't mess with a Death Metal Fan

Don't ostracize or persecute one

Doing so may result in death

Death is all death metal fans think about

Hey, let's mosh

Broken bones are fun, by gosh

Look at my cuts and bruises, Josh

When I smack the floor

You'll hear a plosh

Stage diving

Drunk driving

No high fiving

Jammin beats are jiving

Death metal fans cannot rhyme

So they cannot compose poetry

Ringing in the ears

Numbness in the fingers

Pounding in the head

Nausea in the stomach

Emptiness in the soul

Geez, Death Metal concerts are so much fun

Death, Death, Death

Death, Death, Death

Death Death, Death, Death, Death

Death, Death, Death, Death, Death

Death, Death, Death, Death

Death Metal is full of death

Full of killing

Full of bloody murder

Full of killing

It's killing my brain cells

It's killing me

Look at me

Death Metal is my favorite type of music

Even if the music itself is okay

They still say I'm a dumbass

A moron

An imbecile

For listening

Hey, right out there

Are auditions for a Death Metal band

They call themselves Death to All

Yell yourself hoarse

Play guitars so fast, your fingers bleed

Beat drums so erratically sparks result

Then you may be allowed to be a member of this fine band

Death to All doesn't want

Harmony or melody

They'll refine any into noise

No Christian love

Just Satanic hate

No beautiful poetry

Just rotting lyrics

Is it any wonder

Death Metal's so obscure

The skull on my t-shirt

Signifies my coolness

And my compulsive obsession

With Death

Death Metal

Music about death

Ohh—I want to hear some

I do not care

If you think I'm dumb

Ode to Mickey

Once there was a fine young man

In my college algebra class

He came once or twice

The entire semester

He was bad student

But not a court jester

He did not talk to anyone

Except when the teacher inquired

To which more often than not

His reply was a grunt or a shrug

A correct answer

He would rarely supply

The teacher picked on him

She condemned and criticized him

She tried to be nice

But there was no reaching Mickey

He was lazy

He was anti-social

And he took up space

But he blessed us with his presence

Once or twice

He always lugged along

A detachable face cd player

Which I am sure rap music

Was played on

He always had tight braided hair

He sat at the table

Not in a desk

By the far well

All by himself

He had no friends

Or acquaintances

In the class

So he just sat there and rotted

He got by doing

As little as possible

I do not think

Mickey was dumb

But rather unmotivated

Mickey's time spend in algebra

Was not spent productively

He did have a girlfriend

This I do know

Because I once sighted them

Kissing in the corridors

While Mickey was grasping onto a folder

Mickey was quite the scholar

I wish I could have seen

His quarterly report card

How many A's and how many F's

Did it contain?

I do wonder

Once he told the teacher

He already had a semester of Algebra

And he wanted a semester

Of Precalculus instead

His attendance at the year's start

Was not bad

It was not until later

Which hic lack of concern

For his education became sad

A couple of times

He snapped at the teacher

He wasn't too eager

To learn

It was plain for all to see

Mickey wasn't ordinary

He wasn't good enough to be mediocre

His claim to fame

Was his unscholarly attitude

He was indeed

The worst student in the class

Mickey had a mother

And a father

He was born

Are they proud?

He dressed pretty spiffy

In bad ass hip hop clothes

I'm sure he put a lot of effort

Into this wardrobe

He should have put half the effort

Into College Algebra

He had to get shots

So he finally withdrew from school

No one in algebra

Thought twice about him

Or even once

Until I brought him up one fine day

I asked the teacher what happened to he

And I told the class I miss him

And he misses me

So kinda like Gordon Korman's "Don't Care High":

With profound rhetoric, I praised Mickey

Like Mickey has never been praised before

I went on and on about

How great a friend he was

What he did for the human race

And his marvelous qualities

And all his wonderful accomplishments

Hey, he did pass Accelerated Geometry, after all

I suggested the idea

That we erect a shrine to honor this humanitarian

This was met

With chuckles and ahhs

I kept on praising Mickey

I declared

He was one of God's special people

Soon many became fed up

And many became annoyed

No one cared about dear Mickey

Someone even inquired

If I was under the influence

Of mind altering chemicals

I called many ungrateful

Unappreciative and jealous

Why did no one want to exalt Mickey?

We must exalt Mickey

For all Mickey has done for us

I desired

That all of my classmates

Recall what they remember most about Mickey

And many did

It was wonderful

Soon Mickey became

My only and primary topic of conversation

I was laughing so hard

I could not do my work at time

I laughed so hard

That I cried

Even later

When I engaged in the glorious activity

Of jogging

I still was laughing

I was laughing so hard

That I could not run

And I was coughing

To praise a man like Mickey

Really was tricky

It was even more difficult than

Finding a needle in a haystack

One student said

He had a tattoo

But many, like the teacher

Did not recall sighting it

Some even said

He was Mickey Mouse

But Mickey is a pretty cool name

For a man

However, a mouse

Would have done better in Algebra

Than Mickey did

Mickey was getting an F

When he left

This was no dark secret

However, did he have 1 percent

Or did he have 3?

What was Mickey really like?

Was he wild and crazy?

Or just not socially inclined?

Did he have a good family life?

Did he do drugs?

Was he apathetic towards everything

Or just the subject of algebra?

What went on in that mind of Mickey's

I wish I could know

What would happen

If Mickey came back?

I kept playing this joke so long

Of it, many have tired

And we all know

That I really am demented

I thought it was hilarious

Even if others thought it was dumb

But at least a few students were laughing

Mickey, a student, a humanitarian

A scholar of Mathematics

He always took time out for the little people

Hey, he always had time for himself

The teacher remarked,

"He didn't do anything for himself

Much less for the rest of us"

And it was true

I made Mickey a legend

Where is Mickey's life leading?

What career will he have?

When he gets older?

Narcotics distributor?

Hey, he had a honors class

At least one

Let's congratulate him for that

It was utterly ironic

The day I did not mention Mickey

Everyone spoke of he

The teaching was thinking

Of me

And the disease

I infected the rest of the class with

What would Mickey think of all of this?

Where is Mickey now?

A sick twisted joke

Or a sad plight?

You tell me.

But I do believe

There is part of Mickey

In all of us

The Day Jack Died

The day Jack died

All of his friends and family bitterly cried

How could this happen?

It is not fair!

It is not right!

The funeral was held

Many attended

People from all walks of life

Came to pay their respects to Jack

It was sad

The mourning was terrible

He was given the grandest, most eloquent eulogy

From his closest friend

Who said he would stick by Jack

Right to the end

He got a first class obituary

A sparkling urn

A prime plot

Jack would have been glad

Tissues were passed

Everyone embraced

There was a prayer

Jack was gone

The service concluded

Rather painlessly

Everyone slowly made their way

They all had a terrible loss

Jack died on this day

Everyone was bitter

But they had to move on

After all

Death is a part of life

Everyone gradually got back into their routine

Everything else just seemed more important

Than Jack's early demise

Soon Jack was forgotten

He became a fading memory

But at least

Jack had his day

Jack made a good choice

By ending his life

He was honored for a day

But forgotten and dead forever

Everyone has their day

But they have only one

And they have an eternity to rot

Decaying with the rodents

Hey, at least the reaction was nice

One citizen

In one billion

We appreciate the dead

Peanut Gallery

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is where the hecklers and jecklers reside

If you've come to watch the show

This is the section where you should not go

It is laden with the bored, lazy, and mean

Who are always throwing shit at the screen

They do not pay attention

They only laugh and screw around

Frankly, they just piss the other patrons off

The Peanut Gallery

The cheapest seats in the house

Only the worthless

Sit in the Peanut Gallery

They distract

The avoid moviegoers

They attract

Too much attention

They just cause trouble

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

Is often shouted

However, it is doubted

If they will ever abide

By the rules

In the Peanut Gallery

Is where the misfits are

All the other patrons are sick and tired of they

It is not fun to see a show

When you know

You'll be constantly distracted

The elite and spiffy

Get expensive high quality seats

But only trash

Sit in the peanut gallery

From the screen

It is so far away

To get a seat in the Peanut Gallery

One must pay only a little

So it should not belittle you

When you discover

What the Peanut Gallery is really like

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

One more disturbance

And a bouncer will escort you out

Why do they come?

Why do they come?

They merely have nothing better to do

They always screw around

They always good off

They making going to the show

No fun

When will they be happy?

When will they be done?

When everyone is miserable

And all the seats are empty.

But then, of course

They will have no attention

Focused on them

And no audience

All they really want is

Attention

The city's most troublesome youth

Do not hang out in alleys

Smoking cigarettes

Or in the streets

Drinking beer

But in the Peanut Gallery

Running Amok

Every single day

The Peanut Gallery is filled

With those who do not come to watch

Thank the Peanut Gallery

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is where

The goof offs hide

The warnings are frequent

The threats are not idle

But nothing will work

In quieting them

Instead of doing something productive

Instead of wisely investing their time

Instead of helping humanity

These clowns come to the theater

Invest in the cheapest seats

And basically, just run amok

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is where

Immaturity and shenanigans do not hide

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

Quiet in the Peanut Gallery

You are ruining the show for everyone

You got your negative attention

So leave

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is where

Anything obnoxious or annoying is tried

The Peanut Gallery is always a mess

Those who reside there never impress

With the addition of the Peanut Gallery

The overall intelligence and maturity

Of cinema connoisseurs sure does regress

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is where

Sophistication and tact sure does not reside

They acting on their natural psychological urge

For attention

They can never earn it for a positive reason

So they always degrade themselves

And put themselves in a negative light

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This is the section

That is much too wide

Why do the managers, operators, and owners

Put up with such rotten behavior

Since surely it causes a loss of business

Simply, it is too difficult to get them to leave

And every projectionist, alley boy, popcorn man

Gets gloriously happy when they get relieved

Those who sit in the Peanut Gallery

Have no life

Some even stay and sleep over night

Asking them to leave will do no good

So it is frivolous and pointless to do

They will always be there

No matter what anyone does

They want your attention

And they are getting it

Maybe if we ignore them

They will stop and go away

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

This where

Rowdiness and idiocy is implied

Ignore the Peanut Gallery

Please, at least, try

If you want them to stop

Doing what they are doing

However, some like I

Think the best part of going to the movies

Is the Peanut gallery itself

It is millions times more entertaining

Than the show could ever be

Why do you think I visit the cinema?

Surely, not to view non artistic, second rate corporate films

I come to be entertained by the comedians above

Watching the Peanut Gallery

Is always worth the price of admission

Movies suck

And the theaters will never get good ones

So I come to watch the Peanut Gallery

This is my fun

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Welcome inside

Thinking

Thinking drives me nuts

Thinking makes me insane

Thinking is the cause of my madness

Thinking is the parasite which infects me

Thinking is destroying me

I don't want to think

I want to feel

Look at History

Look at History

And all the brainwashed fools

Those who lived their lives

Abiding by false dogma or ideology

Wasted time

Deadened lost minds

Then they died

Is history progressive

Or is it regressive?

No one has a mind of their own

Everyone was bound and tied mentally

I someone or something

Everyone claimed to have the answer

Everyone claimed to know the truth

Everyone was sheep

Flocking behind a shepherd

But there is only one truth

Who possess it?

There is just a short time

To discover the secret

Sift through the madness

And the skewed, muddled lies

Then find the answer

Before you die

Choose a philosophy

Choose right now

Ponder the meaning

But never experience it

Who is genuine?

Who just wants to enslave your mind?

Who just want to imprison you inside yourself?

One may be really sure

One may be positive

But no one is 100% certain

Until they die

The only way to discover the truth

Is to die

Is to die

Look at those thoughtless drones

Who have sold their souls

To the imaginary and supernatural

All so they would not be superficial

What exists and what does not?

Fuck Bigotry

Fuck Racism

Fuck Sexism

Fuck generalizations

Fuck all the bigotry shit

History and society

Is invading me

With so much insanity

The superficiality

Is sickening me

I use to be blind

I use to not judge

But our damn culture has initiated something

Something so repulsive and horrendous

Go to hell, society

No bigotry garbage should be here

Damn you society

Make it disappear

Only in an irrational society

Could such an open minded person

Like me

Be infected with such and awful disease

Because

No matter

How hard I try

Or what I think or do

Bigotry will reside

Deep inside

It is implanted

It is ingrained

It is ordained

Culture planted the seed or ignorance

And now it germinates inside me

It is so hard to fight it

Thank you society

Thank you so fucking much

I want to vomit

When I realize

Environment produces so many shallow morons

I will resist society

I will resist such bullshit

I will angrily imply

That bigotry should die

Fuck society

Fuck society

Fuck all its evil

Blind me like a child

Fuck Racism

Fuck Sexism

Fuck Bigotry

Fuck Society

When such things enslave me

I don't care about my inheritance

My only concern is competence

Our society is not rational

It is so primitive

Why was bigotry inherited to me?

I almost want to destroy myself

Thank you, Society

You've torn us apart

Now through intensive personality conflicts

Bu through color lines

Fuck you

I want to purge

Suck fucking idiocy

Which resides inside you and me

Thanks to society

We're all bigots inside

Why does the very concept of bigotry

Need to exist?

If it did not

We'd be better off

Thinking isn't always good

It is often bad

I may appear

Loving and compassionate on the surface

And I honestly try so damn hard to be

But this evil monster

Is still killing my soul

Even if you try

Even if you love

Even if you can't hate

You can't help

Thinking a bigot thought

Fuck Bigotry

Like it or not

It is inherent in us all

Such vulgar circumstances

Make me want to puke

Fuck Bigotry

*Radio Free America, Tangerine Radio, and Andrew Yoder influenced some of the ideas here.

\+ Society for the Eradication of Television (SET Free) influenced some of the ideas here.

\- Jello Biafra influenced some of the ideas here.

= Bob Larsen influenced an idea or two here.

! Citizens Commission on Human Rights influenced some ideas here.

