In that dripping echo cave
A fire burns from a brand new shirt
Wrapped around a thick tree branch
and held by a warrior

Through the rats and exploding cobwebs
He"ll take this fucking town
Abdomen deep swamp glides off his body
like a seal smothered in oil

In or on the other hand
That white twine line gets
s h o r t e r and shorter
Constantly guiding him toward something
I can't tell you yet

Miles above they are digging
Pounding that earth
until it runs away
Until that black gold shoots up
and they bathe in it
And bask in the glory of that liquid Valhalla

But they'll find no reward
No boxcar racer fluid here

Seconds away from consuming
The virgin princess' corpse
The warriors world caves in on his cave
Just as he had reached the end of his cord
A jackhammer cuts the string

Now the rats will get my girl
And they can charge what they want
for that go cart juice

Until were sipping it for lunch
With all our dignity left down below (with her)

12/04/2007

Author's Note: What's really important anymore?

Posted on 12/05/2007
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