life force
This is a life force
A ripe course for a tight horse.
This ain’t a fuckin’ syllogism,
You’re sucking vanilla jism
I’m on about what I can’t be wrong about.
Fuck realism, idealism, material imperialism.
This is a life force prism. Like daoism.
The tao isn’t proud business, it’s a loud sickness,
now finished within us like the British quit us, (resentful!)
it takes a war to begin us together as winners. (so eventful!)
Remember Joan Rivers, dismembered lone sinners, surrendered dinners
administered for weathered killers?
Do you want to kill somebody?
I just want to spill some loving.
That is, until I want to kill somebody
or at least thrill somebody.
Fill somebody with some loving
fuzzy fun, getting scuzzy, son,
’til it feels like we won.
Highs get low, the moon gets sun, the son gets some.
It all comes undone.
Then my life force has begun.