Pimp In a Fur Suit

on behalf of the little guy deep behind enemy territory welcome to the nameless republic all good capitalists want a monopoly all good physicians need you sick the National Antidote Party broke down the door I told them everything I know so they let me off the meat hook loosened my bindings and necktie hammered nails in my head instead powerful radio transmitter nails don't get too close I'll bend your spoon gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep and a round for my ill-bandaged crew we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank with another specious spectacle not necessarily Beauty's anointed but a piston riding party girl nonetheless I let you touch happy place and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus which first off requires a family unit for the inherent predispositions of childbirth they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks so me and my echo are here a little late and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye an ancient art form somewhat updated coordinating the cascades of impulses yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow this epic deals with a touchy subject intercession of the gods grab your hat mister we're going for a little joy ride where anything including countries can be bought sold and stolen by the mutilators of comparison hardwired and proud of it the fools built for Survival the TV show but times change and survival meant finding parking where one can escalate from emaciation to farting obesity overnight unrecognized even when brightly illuminated we know only one thing for certain that the Universe is knowable From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/