Johannes de Silentio
05-12-2007, 07:39 PM
The casual penguins fly by
Sharing a high-pitched laugh
With our sacred sky,
Openly mocking us
In front of witnesses.
I know I could kill ‘em
With just a blue ballpoint pen
Just like killing a mother hen
Make ‘em squeak
For all the misery I’ve been trough,
Manly power in a shower.
The Pharaoh bought a white seed that resembled a bomb
Fingers like worms. That’s what hate gives you son.
I crave for rest; I need to find a tomb,
Perchance-eternal sleep within a woman’s womb?
The red polka dots tell me I’m vain
Words of wisdom: “Say what you mean and mean what you say”
They proceed to tell me;” You were always so goddamned lame”
Well, I’ve never cared for sweets anyway.
“Look lady, I have a magic wand!”
I laugh as the lions eat something that vaguely looks like sand
“Help! Help! I’m bleeding! It hurts!”
I really need to check my eyesight, Gosh!
Remember the thing that looked like sand?
Well, I’m not sure how to say this but… it really was a girl’s hand.
Her eyes are brilliant with unshed tears,
Now how the hell am I supposed to ease her fears?
I can’t stop the bleeding ‘cause the wound is too great,
It’ll never heal; She’ll be scarred for life,
Marked as mine; a creature of slime
Formed by lies and deceit during all time.
It hit me like a ton of bricks,
People just might have the right to call me sick…
Well, sick or not,
The Pharaoh continues on his sacred quest
Finding true love and killing it
It must be for the best, or perhaps it’s another divine test
“You are going to die by the force of a natural disaster”
Said the penguin master as he died to his own laughter
And despite being the all-knowing man I am
All I could think of was:
“These random acts of violence aren’t really worth a damn…”
“Aha!” exclaimed the Pharaoh “The Bushmen are here!”
“Now I just have to bomb them with my giant spear”
But the bushmen were just bushes and the spear wouldn’t rise
And the bombs that he paid for were just seeds in disguise
The prophet entered the scene with a funny sound
To tell you the truth, he somehow appeared to shine
He took a knife from his mouth and began to whine
“Darn this doggie-tree; it kidnapped my bird and won’t let it free!”
Where was the sheriff when the doggie-tree committed such a hideous crime?
I’m not feeling crazy at all; you think I’m loosing my touch?
Nah, but the question is: “Is justice too much?”
The prophet doesn’t think so, and he says he doesn’t want a spear
He just wants to live by the martyr-code and die without a fear
“I don’t think so,” said the sheriff as he took the bird
“Sometimes you have to cut down a tree so that justice would be served”
But even the Arabic Pope knew the truth;
”There’s nothing here but troubled youth!”
Her eyes seemed to get bigger every time I look
And I think she could read me just like an open book
She hit me; I believe she broke my nose
Then she kicked me; certainly hard enough to kill a moose
My eyes started watering; I was crawling on my knees
All I could say was “Don’t…pretty please!”
The sheriff came to my rescue and nearly shot her down
Both guns blazing and he sure looked angry enough
“Damn all these feminists” Was all I could hear him mutter
That was when I heard myself stutter
“Le- lets exterminate the nutters!”
Me and the sheriff, we wage a holy war,
Against all sorts of feminism and the people who have a car
“All this pollution is killing me!” we say in unison
“Why are you destroying this world like a cancer?”
The sheriff demands as all things slowly die
“Damnit, I want my answer!!” I yell as I fire my colt 45
Sharing a high-pitched laugh
With our sacred sky,
Openly mocking us
In front of witnesses.
I know I could kill ‘em
With just a blue ballpoint pen
Just like killing a mother hen
Make ‘em squeak
For all the misery I’ve been trough,
Manly power in a shower.
The Pharaoh bought a white seed that resembled a bomb
Fingers like worms. That’s what hate gives you son.
I crave for rest; I need to find a tomb,
Perchance-eternal sleep within a woman’s womb?
The red polka dots tell me I’m vain
Words of wisdom: “Say what you mean and mean what you say”
They proceed to tell me;” You were always so goddamned lame”
Well, I’ve never cared for sweets anyway.
“Look lady, I have a magic wand!”
I laugh as the lions eat something that vaguely looks like sand
“Help! Help! I’m bleeding! It hurts!”
I really need to check my eyesight, Gosh!
Remember the thing that looked like sand?
Well, I’m not sure how to say this but… it really was a girl’s hand.
Her eyes are brilliant with unshed tears,
Now how the hell am I supposed to ease her fears?
I can’t stop the bleeding ‘cause the wound is too great,
It’ll never heal; She’ll be scarred for life,
Marked as mine; a creature of slime
Formed by lies and deceit during all time.
It hit me like a ton of bricks,
People just might have the right to call me sick…
Well, sick or not,
The Pharaoh continues on his sacred quest
Finding true love and killing it
It must be for the best, or perhaps it’s another divine test
“You are going to die by the force of a natural disaster”
Said the penguin master as he died to his own laughter
And despite being the all-knowing man I am
All I could think of was:
“These random acts of violence aren’t really worth a damn…”
“Aha!” exclaimed the Pharaoh “The Bushmen are here!”
“Now I just have to bomb them with my giant spear”
But the bushmen were just bushes and the spear wouldn’t rise
And the bombs that he paid for were just seeds in disguise
The prophet entered the scene with a funny sound
To tell you the truth, he somehow appeared to shine
He took a knife from his mouth and began to whine
“Darn this doggie-tree; it kidnapped my bird and won’t let it free!”
Where was the sheriff when the doggie-tree committed such a hideous crime?
I’m not feeling crazy at all; you think I’m loosing my touch?
Nah, but the question is: “Is justice too much?”
The prophet doesn’t think so, and he says he doesn’t want a spear
He just wants to live by the martyr-code and die without a fear
“I don’t think so,” said the sheriff as he took the bird
“Sometimes you have to cut down a tree so that justice would be served”
But even the Arabic Pope knew the truth;
”There’s nothing here but troubled youth!”
Her eyes seemed to get bigger every time I look
And I think she could read me just like an open book
She hit me; I believe she broke my nose
Then she kicked me; certainly hard enough to kill a moose
My eyes started watering; I was crawling on my knees
All I could say was “Don’t…pretty please!”
The sheriff came to my rescue and nearly shot her down
Both guns blazing and he sure looked angry enough
“Damn all these feminists” Was all I could hear him mutter
That was when I heard myself stutter
“Le- lets exterminate the nutters!”
Me and the sheriff, we wage a holy war,
Against all sorts of feminism and the people who have a car
“All this pollution is killing me!” we say in unison
“Why are you destroying this world like a cancer?”
The sheriff demands as all things slowly die
“Damnit, I want my answer!!” I yell as I fire my colt 45