Kevorkian played the fiddle of death.
Fauci (mask on) mouths an alto sax.
Putin taps away on nuclear keys.
Xi bangs away on a drum of disease.
Lap dog Jong taps a tiny tambourine.
While Bunny Biden lip-syncs to an audience of 1.
Another sound byte,
the latest alligator lip lie
Patent leather fake promises
being fed to graven idol sick fools
thru an intravenous video tube
And they willingly give Kevorkian consent
to vote for their own suicidal self-interest
Such an anti-global citizen attitude
is lemming leading tools
to the ledge edge of the cliff
Deferentially staring down
the bottomless
black hole
of the nuclear abyss
Fresh poll pocket prey
is attracting those cold, reptilian eyes
The next mercantile exchange
is gold index ticking stratosphere high
O how puppet warm is the mushroom cloud sky!
Pinocchio promises
has a Pied Piper nasal sound
Long snout tout truths
ain’t nothing but marionette lies —
cry wolf by wool suit clowns
Dollar drones can’t hear the silent siren alarm,
the buzz allure of profit
always lemming leads them on
Do you love that precipice song,
war drumbeat vibrations? Patriotic waves,
at the temptation hour,
that moves the automaton crowd
Do you lemming follow along,
giving servile affirmation? Apathy paves
the cash path to power
for those crooked jaw crocodiles
My Kevorkian Alter Ego
Go head jump
Put me out of your misery
You don't have the balls
All talk and no devastation
This charade is an overplayed drama.
It's boring me this non event
The only thing that has died is my interest
I want a Greek Tragedy.
Cutting your wrists
Attempted O.D.'s swallowing pills
cries for help that have been drowned out
By the song of false suicide threats.
It's embarrassing to watch
These pathetic acts of a coward
A gun in your mouth with a hair trigger.
An electric appliance in a filled bathtub.
A toaster would be a nice touch
Makes a great headline or caption ...He's toast
These are methods sure to end it.
Your slow boat to death has run out of rivers
The Chiva the Cocaine the Oxys the Meth
Are condiments used to flavor addiction
So let's get it over with
Time to make the grand exit.
What makes you think anyone gives a .
Make a big splash that will show them
That you don't give a either.
Well, I tried the paper cut
Like Dr. Kevorkian said
But the band-aid stopped the bleeding
It didn't work, I'm still not dead
I just couldn't do it
The paper didn't cause my death
So now I've resorted to other measures
I'm typing this, while holding my breath
Well, I held my breath
Until my whole head turned blue
I woke up on the floor
Now, what do I do?
There is one more thing
But I'd hate to die like this
For I know it would kill me
To give my mother-in-law a kiss
My wife just told me
That it's time to eat some beans
So I'll eat me some and light a match
For it will blow me to smithereens
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