Ben Trogdon <bentrogstein@gmail.com>
Fri, May 22, 9:33 PM (1 day ago)
to me

The sky is built in effigy
Signpost towards ground zero
Stared down on the sidewalk by some
racist German philosopher
Anti Semite at least
His hatred is not pure
There is no piety found there

Most hated is no cure
Petty anger directed at non existent existents
Music is not a cure either
Too many times sublimated by a Kapitalist
ethos
Too many of those who decide what’s true
Shitty indie rock populated w white folks
stupid thing that’s been done before
Someone else doing doesn’t it make an original
CSR - CRS - Curse Curse Curse
Morning comes quicker if you rehearse
This indie rock is bad bad bad
No good son of a bitch from the operation headquarters
of the opiatic demon, lustful fiend-man

Two tones can be rearranged to mean New Things - but you just say the same old shit man
Same old shit that you never even deserve
Stolen off the backs of those who created the dirge
Removal means non-existence
Change means a greeting of being
Awareness is a false state carved out by myth
And delusion seems to be all that hits

Good friends make art but yeah
You ain’t never gonna know
True bloody Appalachian soil (soul)
Removal of limb as a rite of passage
This circumcision is for you
All of you, and them too
Folk ballad made to serve malady of Pure Existence in a Post Modern State
New Tsarist state might be needed
Some false god to cling on too
Another job to fulfill
And duty to shirk
We don’t need lyrics
We need poetry