Miyonsa Preverted DEv8s

Them preverted dEv8s are tryin ta take over the goverment just like they rueend alla the schools

Sustainabillies buzzin with they joyless, fat-free hidden agenda all up in our faces, like filthy flies

Hideously brazen LGBTQs stalking our kids out in the streets, on TV and in they smartphones as well

Skinny vegans pushin rotten overpriced organic wedgies over good-od doublemeat bacon cheeseburgs

We're miyonsa not so bright and ignerant republicans who still refuse ta see whos pullin our strings

We even believe we’ll be back ta gettn snowmobiles, jetskis and ATVs on credit from our houses

Just talkin tax cuts, socialism and the EPA, real patriots may get enough votes to keep the 1% on top

We’ll all be drivin tough, new cheap-diesel pickups just as soon as them over-regelaturs gets flushed

Why, them bastards wanna us ta actuelly get outta our vehicles and go like walk around or somethin

Always pushin fat, incompitint, hissy, handicapped, gay, women acolor up front fer them permotions

Wantin to scam us on they overpriced whatever artisun bread, shade coffee, frinch cheese and shit

Seen their goddam squirrelly talk shows before, goin way too detailed and not even raisin ther voices

We stand by our coal-fired thermostats in this righteous war against that costly climate change fraud

Locked onto the Fair and Balanced for guidance thru this vast and tricky liberal media conspirecy

Damn straight that Endangered Species Act has got to go – right along with that unholy, jobkillin EPA

WTF has that overreachin Clean Water Act ever done cept to cost us all abuncha jobs and money?

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Those lame apartment pickup truck cowboys can’t know how good it feels to go hybrid hyper-miling

Why can’t they see they’re killin their kids with candybars, tube steaks, cheetos and Mountain Dew?

They just keep beggin for more money for so-called dEfense while we’re flyin off that fiscal cliff

Guess they’re OK with making less every year and with more tax cuts for the 1% who offshored them

They actually believe that taxing the rich will ruin their own vapid negative savings rate lifestyles

Think that going for free to the ER is what ThE world’s finest healthcare system is really all about

Not afraid of diabetes, high blood pressure or cholesterol, heart disease or obesity, not one damn bit

Expressing true freedom and liberty by waddling about in their lameass fat pickups and giant SUVs

Simply refuse to see how blindly promoting gay, handicapped, female humans of color benefits us all

The rich need their votes but know that they’re really all trapped in that entitlement mentality

Paying $350/mo for phone, internet and HDTV is what it is for the privilege of being an American

But just how do they figure that carrying 27% interest balances on 5 credit cards is prudent finance?

Must fix the deficit but, for the love of god, Don’t touch our social security, medicaid or raise taxes!

And of course we must rebuild our crippled military, why, that’s one thing Everbody can agree on

So, yeah, if they’re too stupid to be eating broccoli already, there’s no point in forcing it down them

They think it’s not fair to pay taxes on the money saved via foreclosure, because they’re still broke

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If you ax me, everbudy needs ta be armed at all times ta put a real quick stop to them cereal killers

The only diet we found that really works is to binge and scratch on Meth til hour teeth turn black

Energy independence means wearin shorts all winter and idlin our P/Us 20 minutes ta warm em up

So, who is it that really profits from our ignorance AND convinces us ta be so damn proud of it?

Still With You Somewhere Inside

Got up in the cold just to move about alone in the darkness

Crossed high mountain passes on foot to try and get nearer

Slogged thru deeply-frozen valleys as I thought I traveled home

Witnessed sunsets I only wished that we saw together

Almost felt your cool touch when it grew far too hot

Looked up for your hand whenever I tripped and fell

Saw that shapes in blowing clouds helped me find the way

And all that time I knew: I was still with you inside

Lumbered and tripped, dragging my burden

Gestured with foreigners as I tried to reach you

Forded icy streams with you on my mind

Stayed away far too long - And I never knew why

Listened to your voice when I had no one to talk to

Imagined long, clumsily-poetic emails that I never wrote

Shook my head in confusion as I walked alone

Talked to myself on one bad job after another

Stood alone in lines full of couples along with their kids

Stayed by myself in rooms meant for two

Ate many humble meals I had cooked only for me

But at least all the while you traveled with me, inside

Got briefly tangled in lives I could never appreciate

Lost my way totally even though I was headed nowhere

Watched as stars burned in skies that you did not see

Absorbed amazing daylight and gave off some sadness

Helped others sort out singed keepsakes after bad fires

Wore out lots of clothes that were already secondhand

Looked thru frosty windows, from outside in cold darkness

Still, all the while, you were there, with me, inside

Fled from an emptiness to which I must shortly return

Thought I grew wise but actually slowly went blind

Glimpsed you in strange crowds where you’d never be

Wanted to curl up together with you like strands of DNA

Feared for myself thinking you got along fine without me

Gone so long that I stopped reaching for you in the night

Finally realized I did not even know where you were

But, how I always hoped I was still with you, somewhere inside

Mass Identical eJourneys Of Self-Discovery

    I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Yes I’ll be making a deeply spiritual journey but I havent crowdsourced which road to travel this year

I must seek my true self somewhere far from the well-worn maze pathway I trace in the daily ratrace

I’ll lose my mind and discover myself- according to stuff I’ve been tweeted from certain bestsellers

And it won’t be long before I leave, no way! I just have a few more loose digital ends to tidy up

Wont need much besides my iPad - just my credit card and the overpriced travel clothes in my pack

Gonna head out to see the suffering that rules the world sos to reach a higher plane of consciousness

I’ll be getting twisted up in trendy yoga poses while I ponder the complexities of climate change

Broadening my horizons by holding my nose and tiptoeing thru their inescapably-crowded streets

I’m going off on a pilgrimage during which my normal life and busy thoughts will flake uselessly away

I’ll gaze upon the menial jobs of the filthy working poor to grasp the dignity of their grinding poverty

I’ll make a voyage of self-discovery and then step back in my cube with but a little cattle prodding

I’ll tour their swarming, filthy hives but spend almost all my time with other tourists, just like me

Gonna take back some life lessons learned photographing others from safely behind closed windows

Why, I’ll be gone close to 3 whole weeks, worrying every minute that I’ll be robbed, shot or infected

However, all the time I will hold tightly to the knowledge that I’ll be back home before I know it

Then I’ll integrate their gritty lessons into my ass-kissing and back-biting shoulder-climb to the top

Look for my pithy posts from identical dirty hostels run by world-weary, expatriate entrepreneurs

I’ll upload the photographic proof of my emerging spirituality on social media in near-realtime

See, I’m going off looking to raise my cosmic awareness and it’s not simply because I cant find a job

And I got bookmarks on all the highlights that I simply gotta see to nurture my eternal soul

I’ll be taking lots of pictures of stuff that I won’t ever even actually look at with my naked eyes

Yup, I’ll sneak soul-stealing snapshots of real people from our bus to hang in my cubicle, back home

Daringly, I might even brush my teeth in the tap water and possibly even try some local food

But mostly I’ll have beers with my new tourist friends in places where the natives can only work

I can spice my twitter feed with the nuggets of worldly wisdom that I am trying to digest here

Wearing dirty clothes and hardly ever getting a really decent shower, so does my understanding grow

Just watching out for my wallet and holding on to my passport requires a lot of my attention

Observing all the litter and their infinite dirty faces will surely raise my own level of enlightenment

I will adjust to their pace of living and kick back, yet diligently keep to my hard and fast schedule

My fellow travelers and I will share tips on hostels, tours, food and bars – all created just for us

Finding and successfully using an ATM will become an exotic adventure that I will always remember

And I will experience their culture just like I do their food – only in places made safe for such as us

I will learn to ignore the endless stream of trinket sellers and beggars with a soulful equanimity

I’ll be wearing local bracelets, tying my hair back in skinny dreds and not shaving, most of the time

I will try to keep repeating Om Mani Padme Hum as I squat forlorn and sick over a squalid asian toilet

I will learn patience waiting for the moment when none of the 1000 other tourists are in my picture

Just Another Never Could Have Been

It sucks to be a has been, now with all your greatness gone

I hate those could have beens, they’ve wasted real potential

It’s worse to be a might have been, robbed by fate of a rightful chance

But I know I’m a never could have been and it is what it is

The guys who live alone in the glory of their past are simply pitiful

Those who almost made it still have something to look back upon

The dreams the might-haves had, though unfulfilled, are the stuff of stories

But knowing in your heart you never had what it takes is simply black and white

They said we’s all self-evidently created equal

But even from the beginning some fall far behind

And advantages grow larger at ever-incredasing rates

None of that ever mattered to me for I was born a never could have been

It’s hard, having been a star, to adapt to a new and ordinary normal

Too often they simply cannot consider that it may be time to quit

So many do not even know when could be changed to might have been

But for the never could have been life abides eternally in a drab consistency

We're Just Cosmic Background Noise

But we act like our bullshit-filled lives have meaning in the universe...

You’ve briefly attained a venal self-awareness for reasons that, as far as you know are simply random

Arose from somewhere out the cosmic background from which emits the hum of the universal mantra

Your confused memories only go back so far - and they wont extend out for very much longer - either

Yes, the infinite buzz will re-envelop you despite your pathetic, childish notions of a biblical paradise

In the meantime just let yourself be filled by ads and stress out over multitasked inconsequentialities

For all your thoughts emerge as tiny, fractal bubbles which quickly disappear in the surrounding void

You briefly pass a window in an endless dark tunnel and are filled with a flash of astonishing light

Not to worry though, all this foolish nonsense will not outlast your eternal, yet totally fictional, soul

Do not fear their quaint notion of a divine post-mortem accountability - It’s only used to control you

Because you will remember nothing even if your grasping and foolish self somehow is reincarnated

So, don’t count on carrying forward any wisdom, thoughts or remembrances even should it happen

Rather, believe whatever you wish about your future, for disappointment does not exist in the void

Use up your time on petty jealousy, foolish hatred and pathetic hobbies - Cuz it just dont matter!

Dump all the litter you want for it will be incinerated during earth’s demise with the end of our sun

Make all the mindless noise you wish for it can never leave the thin atmosphere we have so polluted

Dont bother saving for your future since even the rich and famous share the identical, empty fate

Though you’ve watched many insects die quickly for nothing you always knew your life meant more

Caught frightening glimpses of a vast emptiness when you were not looking… and quickly turned away

So just keep focus on all those costly but meaningless activities that make your children your friends

Your empty consumerism wont have any consequences so go eat, drink and live merrily – all on credit

Always tried hard to act like you were quite sure there’s more to life than the unending, empty grind

You’ve forever left really important stuff for later cause you’re so damn busy and you still have time

But you’ll be so worn out, drugged up and in so much pain you wont even remember any such things

And not to worry: They will be able to get on with their lives after seeing you off, alone- to wherever

Don’t waste time on such as recycling: For the end of our solar system will totally clean things up

Stop and smell the roses, go for the gusto and live for today cause soon you’ll know nothing: Forever!

Sadly, you’ll miss all the rest of those big games, holidays and special sales, all throughout eternity

But don’t you worry, for you will not feel alone, because there is no loneliness in nothing

You look for meaning only because our brains tell us that things simply should make some sense

And passing briefly through this life and simply disappearing with nothing in sight just cannot be right

Yes, though it’s impossible for your to accept a fate of background inconsequentiality, nonetheless...

Your chirping will die out like the crickets in the fall, with only a bit part played…And that will be all

Bubba And The Beneficent Rain

There’s more mercy in a single raindrop than in all the empty sacraments any priests have ever given

But we merely see it as a nuisance that messes up our office blowdry and our new costume clothing

For, you see, the anonymous mercy of the falling rain might just spoil our venal little workaday plans

And all the unearned redemption that it brings isn’t counted among our vast and divine entitlements

We are simply unable to enjoy the security of quietly listening to gentle night rains upon our roof

No, the contentment of an all day soaking as felt by the grateful rice farmer is foreign to our lives

The beneficence of showers does not soothe those rushing about upon stressedout commuter errands

We are so very far from grasping the gratitude with which others greet the start of their monsoon

There is no connection between our 24x7 eLives and the weather, save its occasional inconvenience

The unearned grace of beneficent rains flows off our backs like the dirty-dishwater ducks that we are

Meanwhile all the poisons we so casually discard soak the earth about us in equal parts per million

But, of course, no one should worry about a dirty rain in these persistent times of economic hardship

The simple rain that bathes the soil and fills our streams is simply not on our viral hipster radar

That earthy smell off a drying field cannot move us in the fashion of one of our own merry tweets

The dirty runoff from foul alleys and sidewalks certainly does not merit our over-allocated attention

Rain just gets my car all dirty and forces me to run, unnaturally, all the way in from the parking lot

And Bubba Sez:

That whatever hydrologic cycle can’t effect me cause I drink all my water outta throwaway plastic

Hearin about droughts and shit batween country songs, I’m glad that stuff’s got nethin to do with me

At least, when it rains I don’t gotta do yardwork, so yeah, actually I guess I am like sorta grateful

But we aint doin no pagan celebrations or satanic shit like that just cause god let down a little rain

I mean look at all the mud and that filthy runoff - better bring the kids right on inside, mother

Don’t want them runnin around wet without they shirts, laughing and shinin like some kinda hindis

Oh, my god, Timmy, don’t you swalla them filthy raindrops, I already told you they’re bad for ya

Now look at ya, you’re all wet and dirty just cause you ain’t got the sense to get in out the rain

So why should we celebrate the rain that washes the stuff that caused my skin lesions into this ocean

Don’t think the fish are celebratin the oxygen-sucking algal bloom our rain-carried fertilizers create

We don’t wanna go dirtbikin if its rainin and we caint even have a barbecue picnic and drink our beer

Look, we came ta this here naturel paradise fer a well-deserved vacation so, by god it better not rain

Our Apartment Cowboy Saint

Yup, He does live right down the hall from us and He’s got a real nice old pickup parked outside, too

Yer goddamn right He votes straight republican And He keeps it locked on the Fox, jest like we do

His teeth hurt as bad as mine so we drove 5 hours ta some free clinic but by 4:00 AM we was too late

And that Guy has some really nice automatic firearms and a valid concealed weapon permit

His mom and dad live with Him, as well as some lady and her kids from acupla her other marriages

Told me that the freakin EPA has got to go and we hafta get the US out of the UN and vice-versa

Said tax blessings fer the rich will damn straight float all of our boats back up an inta the good times

Acourse, liberals are always attackin Him with that junk science and ther woreout socialist agindas

He’s got the bankers backs insteada knockin down their walls cuz He knows theys too big ta fail

And, shit man, He’s always got a cold one in the fridge for any guy stoppin by to watch foopbawl

Revealed aliens tryin ta take over the country as liberals aim ta give away our national sovereignty

Lives by soundbite common sense and faith, not NPR or the NYTimes, so that’s what we’re doin too

He helped us burn down the last abortion clinic in the state and even got a shot off at a fleeing MD

The farkers foreclosed on His house too, but luckily He had already spent alla His 3 HELOCs

Happily, them repo parasites never tuk His busted up boat, ATV, jetskis, snowmobile or dirtbikes

Them illegales stole His carpenter job and He was on unemployment fer 3 years, jest like me

He never wenta college but He sure knows the difference butween junk science and industree studies

Aint no freakin vegan and you don’t see no queer green recyclin box by His front door, either

Sometimes we hear good old country music driftin thru His walls and He’ll commence ta sing along

Told us about the job-killin regelaters working against His father who anyways still blesses America

Skinny as a rail except for a fat little belly, the free clinic says He’s pre-diabetic, just the same as us

Refused ta signup fer no freedim-stealin obamacare tax right along withalla the restaus loyal patriots

Hey, I won $20 on a lotto ticket I bought one day when we went in for BigGulps and Doritos on break

He laughed out loud when theyas talking global warming with some squirmin liberal scientest on TV

Told us our Traditional Family Values™ are at the core of the Newer Testament He’s been workin on

Knows we gotta nuke them Arabs back ta the stone age startin first with them heathen Irainians

Made sure we know that clean air and water are free and our meat animals got no everlasting souls

Well, actually the poor SOB don’t got no more saved up fer His golden years than you or me

Showed us how ta find answers fer any perplexin issue in that Good Book He’s mostly memorized

Somebody seen Him smack a damn Prius real hard with His big truck door over to the mall parking lot

Sure enough He said we was born to be prosperous in this blessed land, if we’ll just keep ta the faith

He’s cullectin SSI too, that’s for sure and He gets all His Chinese stuff down to Wal*Mart jest like us

Said somebody’s gotta stand up ta them godless jihadis and it falls ta us not them squishy Eurolosers

He told the kids ta be grateful fer coal-fired A/C on everonea them recerd hot days we keep havin

He never went to freakin college but He knows they better keep their damn hands offa our medycare

They aint no comprymises in His beliefs and we won’t let no sinful give and take pervert His truth

Ties Suck

The Neckwear Association of America states, in the 1800s to touch another man’s tie was taboo and a catalyst for a duel

Why should I trust any of those fast-talking phonies sporting colorful new silk ties every day on TV?

Totally non-functional but costly suits are just the Unis CEOs wear to try and demand our respect

They spend so much time wearing makeup you’d think they were bubblehead office beauty queens

Reading statements in those lameass shiny leather shoes with hidden elevators should impress us?

Their practiced parrot of speeches written for them by their donors writers cant move me anymore

Reading bold plans, reciting fiery rhetoric and twisted press releases doesn’t make a man of action

In my lowlife world, everybody’s not all and only about some pathological need for public attention

Basing daily strategy on overnite polling and focus groups is not a part of my meaning of leadership

The thought of letting paid marketers mold my media personality to get votes makes me nauseous

Then even if you get elected, just to be seated, you must wear a monkey suit in their holy chamber

Sometimes they even loosen the ties, half roll up their sleeves - for staged foto-ops with real workers

And the mind-numbing soundbites they are cloaked with are cynically passed off as reasoned debate

Carefully-cultivated images serve merely to secure more donations for more ads to buy more votes

Those starched shirts must always be perfectly crisp and clean or it throws them off their sales pitch

Their swishy staff members spend hours on tie colors for the occasion: Now that's leading by example

Still, those guys are so insecure they just can’t keep from groping every bimbo coming within reach

Dressed for success yet quite unable to perform even the simplest real task beyond holding a glass

Yeah, power ties, for power brokers, movers and shakers: Anonymous yet furtively-savage rodents

Backstabbers with laser pointers, shoulderclimbers in shiny black wingtips, asskissers with $20K teeth

Going really casual in a dress shirt and suit coat – without a tie, for up to an hour at a time: Fearless

The security of real silk on his neck must surely keep a genuine leader focused on his donor’s agenda

Dumb me down some more until I see their clown costumes as solemnly as say, that gay papal regalia

Hey, that empty shit can’t intimidate any more, but it does identify - Like an orange prison jumpsuit

What other activities is a pricey three-piece suited for except canned speeches and ‘big’ meetings?

Oh, and their carefully planned odors – so meticulously applied after their real smells are cauterized

Yup, ties suck and anyone wearing one on a daily basis surely suffers from permanent brain damage

All you starched and programmed little roosters - At least dress like you could actually do something

There’ll be no more aura of respect generated by your costly finery, but here’s a caustic rejection

You! You ever try and drive a UPS truck or tear off a roof with a coat and tie on? No? I didn’t think so

You can’t walk on a shop floor with those slippery leather soles - So get out until you get some sense

Your very reason and imagination are constrained by the artificial stiffness of your stupid formal garb

And you do that willingly? Oh, I forgot, your handlers set out your clothes, just like your mommy did

Hey, you oughta try going to the unemployment office dressed in your strutting peacock TV getups

Yeah, they taught you about ginning undeserved respect by dressing funny back in law school, right?

Look, your personas are as fraudulent as your fairytale voter spin or your air-popped corporate videos

The frilly finery you must always wear now simply helps to publicly identify you - Like a Star of David

I Keep Doing These Stupid Things

I might glance, but you cannot force me to see

I may hear, but I don’t actually have to listen

I considered, but I am certainly not about to heed

I can continue talking - and keep saying nothing

I struggle on, though I still refuse to fight

I laugh, but it’s just part of the soundtrack

I smile though clearly, I am no friend of yours

I am massively defended, yet I do not feel safe

I have hurt you, but I do not feel your pain

I cry, but all my tears come out very dry

I sleep, only to awaken tired once again

I stop, yet time always keeps on going

I ask, but I reject any and all of your answers

I plead, but the one true judge remains mute

I suffer, yet there can be no redemption

I was spared, but it was only a random mercy

I was injured and I cannot ever heal

I struggle, but there is simply no escape

I gain, but enjoy only the briefest satisfaction

I learned much but did not build any wisdom

I gorge, but am simply unable to be satisfied

I drink too much, though sadly cannot stay drunk

I study the koran diligently, but in a foreign tongue

I lose, yet I cannot ever retain the lesson

I keep on buying though I have no real needs

I spend so much, but such are not investments

I tithe generously, but truly know no charity

I lay here quite still, yet I am not at peace

I whisper, but still it seems far too loud to me

I dig, but it is just my own shallow grave

I swallow, though it’s only more bitter pride

I leave and head off again to nowhere

I work hard, but still my debt increases

I always diet but never keep the weight off

I see much that I must leave to others to explain

I willfully ignore, and simply take refuge in my prayers

Never Knew Until It Was Over

I never saw it coming

I never knew what hit me

I didn’t hear a thing

I woke up over there

One moment we were talking

I never had a clue

It was over in a flash

The next thing that I knew

I kept asking for the kids

Guess I never had a chance

The last thing that I remember

Watched them work me from above

I had no time to think

One inch and I’d be dead

As suddenly as it started

I must have turned aside

They said it was a miracle

There was nothing I could do

The next minute he was gone

I heard I was going into shock

I awoke to their sirens

She was just here beside me

I must have been unconscious

I tried to stand but fell back down

I was sure that I was dead

It was over before I knew it

Thank god I don’t remember

I thought it was just my leg

All sudden I was flying

I didn’t realize that I was bleeding

I just talked to her this morning

I didn’t even have time to shout

It came out of nowhere

She kept squeezing on my hand

Didn’t know that I was hurt

Never saw it was too late

Useless But Self-Serving Movers And Shakers

Take the man in charge of moving Krispy Kreme Doughnuts forward: In its sugar-filled, fat-laden glory

Think of the great challenges facing those climbing the sweet, black and caffeinated ladder at Coke

How do they keep their focus so sharp over at KFC, pushing the Colonels greasy pitch deep into China

Gaze upon that Captain of Industry at the helm of Frito-Lay pimping fat, sugar and salt in cellophane

How about realtors, omitting and misleading both buyers and sellers to their own greedy advantage

Or there’s always the brave Oreo management team struggling for more shelf space at kids eyelevel

Note as TooBigToFail CityBank fights for the freedom to secretly hedge against their very own funds

Observe as Dodge pushes 6 mpg Hemi Rams on not so bright yet proudly-ignorant apartment cowboys

Foreign-owned Budweiser advertises its highly-patriotic, factory-built swill as crisp and refreshing

Ya need to guzzle lotsa milk, given the unsubstantiated health claims and ignore their tortured cows

Don’t forget the $20/lb subsidized sugar and corn Honey Smacks your ad-washed kids just gotta have

Think of the TypeA execs stressing over new colors for the L’Eggs pantyhose smothering your crotch

They work hard over at Aquafina and Dasani to differentiate water for us - Using only labels and ads

Pizza Hut moves forward, shoveling more factory meat and hi-fat cheese sludge into our arteries

Smooth cosmetic surgeons tickle the middle-aged woman’s fancy with overpriced Mommy Makeovers

Admire that army of Big Tobacco lawyers that helped to push cancer sticks so profitably, for so long

Gaze upon this Nike shoe, made in the same asian sweatshop as Walmart’s but sold at 5x the price

Note how clearly they mouth Traditional Family Values™ to hide a fawning obedience to their donors

Consider how it’s our CIA spook’s patriotic duty to pruriently invade all yer privacy - in total secrecy

Think what’s in dog food imported from where they stretched their own baby formula with melamine

Then there’s that Pope, profiting on fear-driven faith with gay garb, tired dogma and stale traditions

Admire Fair and Balanced media, wildly profiting by angrily widening our people’s ideological gap

Enjoy the shit that’s so Lite and All-Natural you can feel good about being poisoned while getting fat

Honor those who provide you with spotty cell service for 200bucksa month in an airtight contract

Ignore that rich sponsors pay to spin you on only such as abortion, gun control and family values

Yes, you can! Believe in their Change - Just like alla them other greasy liars that came before them

Of course the government can’t make you eat broccoli - Even if you are already too ignorant not to

You aint payin fer obamacare but - You are paying for the moochers via your ever-higher premiums

Think of the brilliant chemists at Axe, toiling to get a hipster smell to waft from young, sweaty pits

How about those high paid lobbyists extolling Clean Coal at their expensive legislative-bribe dinners

You got Big Pharma picking and choosing which of their own paid research studies to use on the FDA

Of course Monsanto sues any soybean farmer whose crop happens to get RoundUp Ready, by accident

Look at good old Boeing artfully combining children, soft music and new bombers in institutional ads

Think you could keep a straight face pocketing your hefty bonus on higher sales athem toxic SlimJims

What a grand challenge to build a worse artery clogger than CarlsJR triple beef/bacon/cheese burger

Like us, our Olympic Unis are emblazoned ‘USA‘ on the outside but say Made In China on the inside

After Work...Our Real Lives

After work, boys, that’s the time… Those few hours for our lives to really shine

After work and before the homelife responsibilities and our entertainment downtime

After work we’ll push it hard for a moment, cause we’re finally doing stuff we think really matters

After work, for a couple hours, I can practice being semi-pro at something that I actually enjoy

After work is maybe just the Happy Hour where I purge myself by poison, of their grasping insecurity

After work one of these days let’s get together and do a barbecue or something

After work I’m gonna try and reach the real trajectory of a life I still feel like I might lead one day

After work there’s always more work to do but I might squeeze in an hour or so

After work we’ll get our lives together, doing what we know is truly important, for a little while

After work they wont be micromanaging us with that ever-present threat of sudden unemployment

After work we can at least try to act like the men we always thought we would one day become

After work we’ll pay some real attention and give it all we’ve got

After work I might even undertake like maybe a short search for meaning…or something

After work I’ll spend some real quality time with my treasured family

After work and before it gets dark again we’ll take our places in the sun

After work I’ll drive around like a rich man with the tinted windows up and my dark glasses on

After work I’ll seek an antidote for all the force-fed BS I’ve learned that I must swallow with a smile

After work we wont be at all like politically correct if we want to laugh out loudly, together

After work that self-serving bitch wont be looking over my shoulder every couple of minutes

After work we’ll take some ammo and a sixpack out to the dump and just relax for a while

After work I might study stuff that could help get me another job after the next round of big layoffs

After work my possibilities emerge briefly like a short sunset under low clouds on a dark winter day

After work I bet we’ll be able to see that there could be more to life than their venal strategic vision

After work I’ll be laughing cause it helps me to get my head back on straight, if just for a little while

After work we’ll have to move it, if we really want to get some recreation, what with all the crowds

After work I’ll prove that I’m more than an interchangeable, disposable and, actually, unwanted part

After work we’ll get out the bigboy toys that can still make it all seem somehow worthwhile

After work I’ll pick up the kids and we’ll roll out together in that big blue SUV for their favorite eats

After work I can expand again, outside the muted, cubicle flunkie mold they’ve got me pressed into

After work, whaddya know, I’ll be doing stuff that actually interests me, if only for a short while

After work we’ll be more than too-slowly moving little dots on some suckup’s failing project schedule

After work we’ll climb right outside their box, stand up on our hind legs and really think for ourselves

After work I’m gonna try and figure out what it is I actually want to be when I finally do grow up

After work we’ll enjoy the feelings of self-worth our trivial daily grind so efficiently abrades

After work, just you watch and see, their bullshit will, for a moment, not put the fear of god in me

After work – Yet, we all know we’re just lucky we still got our jobs to go to again, tomorrow morning