16 Verses 3-26-2022 #19

GPS in the air bag compartment shows the coordinates for my work and apartment.

I'm used to the target bombardment

From the people who're fire retardant.

They fart in their armpits to start shit.

Pretend to be generals and sergeants.

They hate on rodents and varmints

For the traits of informants in markets.

The marketplace is a large disgrace.

Mostly due to the loss of grace.

Standing lines we hide our face.

And forget ourselves in our mistakes.

While sleeping off their slice of cake,

The population stays awake.

They take prescriptions by the day,

And believe in all the lies I say.

I say that God is probably gay,

And laughs his holy life away at

All the fools who took the time

to read the LA Times today.

A joke is a comedian's despair.

The world is hard and life aint fair.

Who controls the world and pairs?

Laissez-fair, ah, fuck, who cares.