Sunday, July 19, 2009

2010 Frontline

this damned war
has reached the shore
killing that stupid boar

at the frontline.

those who want power
are coatin those raisins with flour
they scamper about and scatter
tryin to make things brighter
yet no light comes from them
they don't seem to matter

at the frontline.

someone say let's padyak our way
while other say hell let's just pay
one guy with a honeycomb
gives the mob a sweet foam
in the mouth
as he speaks with lies
entertaining those flies

at the frontline.

a lady wants to be president
yet she even can't fix her resident
another one wants to be "it"
yet he even can't stand the itch
of licking the butt
of that sonafabitch

at the frontline.

a prayerful man offers himself for the job
but he can't even find the right mob
to convince that he meant well
no one can even tell
'cos he's hidin the scars

at the frontline.

a man with a past
dreams of getting the post
but he's the most undecided
he's afraid that he'll be cited
with two wives he mated
saying he's a Muslim
when he prays before the Nazarene
and even pulls the figurine

at the frontline.

Who's worthy for the crown
among the people in this town?
Will no one stand up
and hold the fuckin cup?

Is there a horseman who can ride
gallop and proudly stride
down memory lane
of glory's past?

Who'll say I'll be happy
to bring down America's puppy?
When all are like Starbuck's
frappy

at the frontlines?