Venerating Resonance

Corporation's movin' into town
say goodbye to good times now
24 hours for the first few years
'til every mom and pop disappears
cut it back to daily hours
no products left, just maida flour
Probably should just burn it down
but then we'd starve, dry up or drown



huff a trail of smoke as it floats by
bubbler gurgles as rhythm grows
get toasted, fucked up, go get high
the less you think the more you know
now hemp, he's a flexible and tough little guy
but marijuana's a better beau



no more pleas on bended knees
no beggars at the gates
he's beaten all his enemies
and snuffed out all the Fates
the warlord sits upon his bones
and roars at empty halls
No more, please!
eternity alone within these walls...



again we become an alligator
no chuckwalla in between
two rocks down in the meteor crater
sunny and serene
so here we are again in winter
submerged except our snoot
waiting for the temp to rise
so we can again to Laramidia scoot



lights
shuffling begins the competition
fine etiquette must be observed
positional notation depending on
the sentence and the rotation
every breath is carefully measured
every blink recalculated and questioned
What are you in for?
a tea ceremony, motherfucker