Americo...

...God of Propaganda


Heartbeats of mercury
Footsteps of ash
He lies through his teeth,
But his smile shows class

His voice may be thunder,
But his stride is slack;
Twixt godlike thighs,
A hippie-born rash

Behind the hamburger,
the flag and the lash,
The boot of opinion
Lodged deep in his ass

Yah...

...God of God

Death to the burning,
And all those that languor;
Death to all friends,
Family, and strangers

Cling to their robes,
The fruits of your labor;
Hiding your face
Won't banish the danger


Take it from God;
Your minds are your cages
Keeping you cool
While the lifestorm rages

Eating their words,
Shit of the sages
Won't ever soothe
The Crotch Rot of Ages

Eee...

...Goddess of Youth


Rise from refuse
Shake the sleep
Wipe the crust
From eyes set deep

Purr beneath
My bony hands
Shattered teeth
Saliva glands

Host of hours
Westward bound
Lingers late
Beneath ground

Love its heat
Through ancient scars
Sleep as embers
Under stars

Don't You Fret!

Wash our clothes
In the kitchen sink
If any's left
It's just red ink

If they saw her
Never fear
Most are sure
We're raging queers

If she stinks
We'll crank the fan
Stow her deep
In desert sand

Drive through pitch
As Vegas snores
Don't you fret
She's just a whore