Another pile

The homes you give me, incomes dispose dispositions positively
Dead pixels show coal, barrels roll to shift trash swiftly
From one container to another, find a way for plastic to smother
Dive in two bedroom dumpster, those who produce it seldom suffer
Biodegradable? Mobile dirigible heading where high hopes incapable
Regard self irreplaceable, no water potable, blame generational
Oil spill on pacific trash heap, upkeep cost should finance cheap
Fund for more flash sweeps, step up the cash steeps, above smog-ash-acid leap
Effects outlast line of product, compost composite pleather wallet

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Premonition

Dream logic, pedigree pedagogic, gouge eyes and wallet as you saw fit
Talk shop or sod it, it will cost to get you store fit, you’re free to forfeit
bank notes or floated votes promising bearer profit regardless who lose endorsements
Chart the course and cross it, aftermarket MOSFETs make up for losses
Yaws tilt, unhinge jaw to scarf shit that boss will garnish, sauce piss
Hear it near death, lost will, hissing abyssal dismissal of lost business
Amid stress to receive less, grow more listless, believe that it is best
Slashed prices & tires, grist wrists whats deemed apt, if its more than he nets

Enough rope to yoke yourself

In rooms, unexpected trees grow
Odd, since nobody saw seeds sown
The roots braid into ropes and flee
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

Imprisoned, petals threshed from thorns
Of pricks, made up passers be warned
Be shot, hung by law stamped decree
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

Ink loosened from finest quarry
Coal singed by final canary
Dipped in clots, congealing the key
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

Transform

They say power is transformative
But most cannot reach it anyway
It’s not that the lock won’t give way
But that we want a key to dismantle it

They say absolute power corrupts
Yet we want to safely wield it
It’s not that we can’t build a place to harness it
But someone else will possess upon completion

They say it comes to those who least want it
But the pit full of slit throats says otherwise
It’s not that we all can’t have it
But that we can never be worth or worthy

“Renovation”

The contours of broken shards will become the looking glass
The ocular rift will furrow further round rings of retinal moats
Pulled wool of reflections only obscured via fleeting lacerations

The cost of abodes will eternally soon be slashed
So long as you remember to perform your vote
The contours of broken shards will become the looking glass

Evoke the glory when we were stoked by the count of skulls we bashed
Yet maintain, all that remains, is threads of patchwork on arms of coats
Pulled wool of reflections only obscured via fleeting lacerations

Menders say you find faults instead of fixing, while rubble burns to ash
The heat will harden clay while steel longs for your throat
The contours of broken shards will become the looking glass

Writing on wall says to make like a greedy steed, sign the deed, take the cash
Forget living off the land, tread water with a houseboat
Pulled wool of reflections only obscured via fleeting lacerations

Faust as the landlord compels you to leave with a lash
Leave smashing the crystal with a brick, carrying a spindle sash bindle tote
The contours of broken shards will become the looking glass
Pulled wool of reflections only obscured via fleeting lacerations