More poems from the old Mac page

Pharmaco-Mis·chie·vous

Urban wasteland chaste skies rain
Dark glass tower masked pain
FDA's tangled trials
EMEA's bloody viles
Beagles, mice, fetal pigs fixed
Slaughtered for stiff hair, impotent pricks.
Centaur hooves scramble air
Capital's science patent nightmare
Lab coat diploma draped hate
Self prescribed clinical defecate

Not Stoned

Nørrebro Night, lamps quit, truth hangs proud
Cluster parked cars, pitched primeval fog
School of love - pretty autonomes
Silenced by trees aura kindling
Simmering secrets left unfeeling

Pop Song

In truth, my heart races
your tongue in my throat
feelin' you, your smell
and skin, my lover - my
future ex

Another ex for my memory
my heart erased
pieces donated you
bested by thoughts and words untrue
my ex

Life and time in bed, feelings amplified
by the dose of your presence.
Faded memories on my soul hung
the songs ending, we've had our fun

Ex friended lover, naked goddess
Look back often with serenity
Sex free times calamity
Chaotic raw emotion undress

Shock In The Arm

Get off on the pill
Self medicate prosperously
Trust joy and abundance
Capture meditation going
Within between thoughts
In tune with nature
Hunt wholeness in balance
Aligning with others'
Conception of natural rhythm
Fulfillment Inspired love
Internal allowing light

Bourgeoise Pigs

Why eat the rich?
Scrawny hors d'oeuvre bitch
Feline flesh meal
Aspertame hair crisped steel

Painted skin pulled taught
Makeup smeared thick froth
Silicone lips sucked flesh
Spirits tender garnish

Phony ink stained pin
Liver and lungs pickled sin
Aluminum laced aftertaste
Gold crown flouride paste

Doing Business Ass

P2P, what are you, to me?
Close shop patron-prophet
Sellout boutique firm CV

Over stocked judas matron
Globalized colony of
Porfolio hedge-hog station

Ticker-fed oil embasement
Forecast this and fuck
Your mission statement!

Mausolea

Cement tary's dawn yellow wood
Buzz saw cracking bark naked plot
Foundation exhumed rubble
Tadpoles bubbling puddle

Skeleton rising timber
Retaining capital; bastard fir
Stench of soiled mounds
Paved through sacred grounds

Spring of Jagtvej 69

Morning dark to Post Danmark
Bike path drunks and wayward Mercedes
Nørrebro flames waft perfume breeze.
It's not about the house - capital's chaos;
Gratis icecream at Paradis, Paris-Roubaix vox pop.

Counteract Contract

Dotted line scar tatooed lethal ink.
Trembling fingers clench molatov cocktail
Silky flames engulf the dais;
Leather chair, blottered thoughts,
Scared oil slicked shoes - charred false material blues.

Antcest

Raining onto sterile hills, ants from openings, in model
volcanoes. Cry a hot strip of steam-rolled pebbles, cross
without incident fast to save soft toe pads. Strong enough to carry and fight like the animals that ingest their bodies by the pound sucking on high-power the lava of their home. "I'll take a large dose of fresh pheromone juice to go please." Living comfortably day by day in simplicity relative to their minds; a twelve tiny steps to success without the IRS.