Prisoner of society,     
yet wanting total individuality
conspiring teachers and shrinks.
      sitting in your self-
          complacency
but-I am my own worst enemy
and-I am my own worst nemesis.
     and you, larger than life.
you came and you conquered
     with an
       army
         of
          suits
and you told me that
  my music could reach
millions.
     you think it's going to be this way
     I think it's always been this way.
On Monday, Monday
-don't complain to me.
you chose not to notice
      now eyes ripped open
      and mouths sewn shut
in fear and bewilderment
have you proven your worth?
   Always
     wanting
       more
His eyes sewn shut
mouth ripped open
   flapping in the breeze,
he goes on for over an hour,
spitting out the bullshit he
learned in grad school
   from a regiment of professors
specializing in
"conceptual" history.
Specializing in
brainwashing propaganda.
   weapon systems: 
civil rights, equality,
Vietnam, manifest destiny.
you came and you conquered
      then
         ran back
to hide behind Uncle Sam
      once again.
Despicable experimentalists
Aphid utopianists
telling me I must learn
to trust others yet
   teaching-there is no truth.
propaganda machine
-corny joke.
   no black and white
   analyzing shades of gray
I find that everything is
    really plaid.
slaughtering faith like
    a pig.
-you want a mold
once the guts spilled
   loving the uniformity of
   tootsie pops
now having only one flavor-
    sour grapes.
-I came and I conquered
Screaming on the front lawn
      to anyone who would listen
and you said my music
would reach millions.
     That little boy down the
      street
        why
          is
he walking, running, walking?
No longer carrying smiles
I care less and less what
people think
     and I look over my shoulder
     and see the rapier.
and you hide behind
Uncle Sam
once again.
Yeah, I'll walk the plank.
     My country tis of thee
     Sweet land of liberty
     For thee I sing.
Maybe you'd better keelhaul
me-because
I just won't shut up.
taunting, taunting
     go ahead, hang me. . .
You and Robespierre,
send me to your guillotine
     and pig poles,
      pig
        poles.
and you won't see
 me surrender
    to
another small mind
    because,
I have a bullet in my
     head.

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