Saturday, 24 September 2016

you don't get me high anymore




it's Cadillac, Cadillac red
no hands on the steering wheel
I'm crashing this save-a-ho
puppet show



you don't get me high anymore




so just lay down
and shut the fuck up
and cut me

clean open 
 










it's reckless to think
that you can get away with something
you can't

so just deal with it and move on
that said, you can't do this
keep up

your humble 6 cylinders?
only firing on 5??

what you brought to the table yesterday?
is not what it's looking like today
I'm no longer satisfied 
with you 

don't get it?
whatever

doesn't matter









 

I don't like staying at home
when the moon is bleeding red
woke up stoned in the backseat
from a dream where my teeth 

fell out of my head




 you don't get me high anymore




used to take one
now it's takes four


you don't get me high anymore










Saturday, 10 September 2016

wondering of you



we all want to help one another
human beings are like that




w o n d e r i n g   o f   y o u










there was a time when meadow 
grove, and stream the earth, 
and every common sight
to me did seem

apparelled in celestial light
the glory and the freshness of a dream 
it is not now as it hath been 
of yore turn wheresoe'er I may
by night or day

the things which I have seen 
I now can see no more

William Woodsworth






 

Saturday, 13 August 2016

axis of evil


we awoke one morning in September
and the world lurched on it's axis

George W Bush
 



a x i s  o f  e v i l 

 





there are monsters out there
who will fuck you up

my name is Aaron Driver and this is my story
you've probably read about me recently
headline news even
nationally 

taking a trip out to the edge of our flat earth
reporting back - I didn't make it

I blew up the interior of a taxi cab 
in Strathroy Ontario - made a bit of a mess
at the time, I was sitting in the back seat - the driver's ok
I'm not - because I'm dead
repeatedly shot by the RCMP who just appeared
almost like they had been watching me the whole time

they say I may have been killed in the blast
so many lies, so little truth
no it was the 19 rounds
from their Ruger GP100's 
that did me in

probably because I was a few fries short
of a happy meal - well and
I had just blown up the inside
of a taxi cab - so

whatever - none of that matters now

radicalized?  a terror threat?
well, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't
you'll never know now
because they took me down

indefinitely


 



    
 
my Mom died when I was 7
and Dad checked out shortly after
ok, he was around physically
but somewhere else 
in his head

Mom was my lifeline - the only person
who really knew me - torn
beyond comprehension

she was the only person who loved me
thinking ... I don't want to be here anymore 

I was alone and didn't know what to do
so I hid inside myself for 3 years, by myself
it was fucked up but I adapted
going to school but having no idea why
Winnipeg was a shithole in 2006
still is

kids at school knew I lost her
but kept their distance anyway
I found a friend who lived down the street
like me ... lonely


I got weed from Mad Brad
we got high a lot - skipping classes
the bullshit they were teaching us
was so retarded








Dad caught me smoking a joint 
out in the garage one freezing night
and kicked me out of the house - I was 14
it was February so I drifted into the city
stood around for hours - no clue what to do
some chick told me about Regina House
a half-way shelter a few blocks away

I stayed there for a while
Kraft mac & cheese - straight up
nothing stupid added - I liked that
they had a PS2 - ya old
but better than nothing

I liked the idea of blowing shit up
and sending everyone to hell
then there's the internet 

I read all about world affairs, politics and conflict
how to build small explosives and watched porn late
it would be nice to have someone to side with tho
eenie meenie

years passed and everything just got worse
Dad remarried and just wanted to erase me
from his memory 

I needed a team to play for
Islamic State seemed as good 
as any good ole American ball club
like the Florida Gators or Mississippi State Bulldogs
only I didn't need all that padding
the protective helmet 

or red, white and blue cheerleaders 
 pom pom push up tits bouncing
chanting in the wings 

nope, I can do this solo
needing spiritual guidance from far away
exposed to the elements 
no backup support systems
necessary
  




 



there's ice on the inside window
staring out into yet another cold Canadian winter
lost kids like me inside gathered around the TV
the news is on but they're not watching

just planning their night out
about where they're going to score
and which park to hunker into
before returning trashed
to crash in their beds
at Regina House

their sanctuary 

television news spewing more crap 
something about weapons of mass destruction
WMD's - right, I need some LSD
George W is talking on an aircraft carrier
that he flew in on - piloting his own jet yet
right, ok - he's even wearing a Blue Angel flight suit
like he is just back from being over there
and there is a giant banner saying
"Mission Accomplished"

thinking - what mission - what accomplishment
am I the only one asking?










who is this idiot?
ok, my definition of psychopath and yours?
very different - channel changes

"APPLAUSE"
Family Feud with Richard Dawson is on
"yay - it's the feud dude" one of them remarks
stepping in and changing it back
"asshole" from the group - all leaving
 
why am I obsessed with this shit? 
standing here watching this and no one cares?   
people shouting praise for George W
and how he's 'taking care of business'
Saddam shot in a bunker
by American Special Forces
 
finally - freedom
2004 - 2016 even worse

thinking - ya there's terrorism - I get that
but what about the terrorism that we live in
and think nothing of
every day

 born and bred in the USA
waiting and watching - for the perfect moment

to strike


       




waiting for the order to arrive
from our Commander In Chief
alpha delta charlie 4 - in position sir

target confirmed and locked - awaiting instruction
permission to fire! permission to fire!
thinking I'm in good company
only they get to do it
legally

and for a cause that is righteous and pure?
total bullshit 

why them and not me?
what does radicalization mean anyway?
good Christian Americans and evil 'radicals'
I can't tell one from the other anymore
no seriously, where's the good and where's the evil?

someone please tell me because
I can't see it

and who is anyone, who thinks they really know?

 my conclusion?  they don't
they only think they know

 


a x i s  o f  e v i l



well folks, here's the nuts and bolts of it
we're going to make America great again
oh yes - and I can promise you this

those who think we're wrong
are about to get one rude awakening
   










because we're watching
every move you make, who you talk to
and who you join forces with

them or us - us and them
let's just say, that you're being monitored
what you need to understand is this
we're the good guys and them?
they are the bad guys

yes, you're being groomed
for a whole new future

 and the sooner you get that 
into your simple mind?

the better




Aaron Driver  August 18, 1991 - August 10, 2016






  
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