Four National Lyrics
1
Mom, I’m only playing with my beads
of Quaker-popped sperm shot from worms
on an Asian bank of pubic reeds,
a double-dog Moses who never feeds
his mind on ultra-aggressive needs:
for I am dying this year.
2
Why are you staring at me?
Reality is more than what you see.
I’ll fuck your mind mortally
before you charge an ugly fee
for scratching my eye with your knee.
How do you expect to be free, Mister?
3
Celia has a cunt
with a sticky squeeze.
Billy has a rump
with a greasy breeze.
I have a pump
that aims to please.
Ain’t life beautiful?
4
(To “Mammy’s Little Baby Love. . . .”)
Jerry’s in the White House,
Mao’s on a farm,
you and I’re here
doing no harm.
I’m scared of people
who’re scared of me;
everybody’s scared
of being truly free.
Now as evermore
the blind lead the blind,
while you’re sitting here
blowing my mind.
If I could jump in you
could jump in me
just for five seconds,
what’ya think we’d see?
I know the brain’s squeaking
like a ship on the sea;
it’s the wave-high silence
that scares the hell outa me.