kill the phonies!

 

kill the phonies!

 

that’s the plan my man, but first

i’ve got chores to do

i’ve got tornados in my eyes

i’ve got chainsaws to juggle

and there’s rent pay

i need to teach my shoes to levitate

before streets get too real

i’ve got to find some ice for my head

the tires on my car grow old and slow, and oh no

                                                                                i hear reggae

down the street from hermman’s hidaway

front door thumping

barefoot bass player, dreadlocks spinning

girls in black tank tops with white bra-straps showing

shoulders arms legs gliding flowing floating in liquid sound

(splash)

 

no, i said kill the phonies!

 

sounds like fun but

i’m not the warrior i used to be

(and when i say warrior i mean teenage punkrock debutante   

                and when i say fun i mean thunder-jumping

                heart pumping dumb-luck buttercup juggling chainsaws  

and when i say splash

                it’s time to dance)

and then you say “kill the phonies”

and then i say sure, and if i kill them all

you want the big stuffed bear

or more arcade tokens?

 

kill!

the!

phonies!

 

well alrighty then my angry young phony-exploding friend

let’s print up all our favorite fugazi song lyrics  

dress up like middle finger america

hit all the shopping mall bookstores

shove our literary timebombs into every copy of

get-rich-lose-weight-find-god-learn-to-play-tambourine-for-dummies

                you can fold yours like political pamphlets

                i’ll fold mine like paper airplanes

we’ll spin a revolution!

                counter revolution!

                                counter-counter revolution!

or not, i don’t know, i got to get to the grocery store

they got skinless boneless chicken breast on sale

and hold up there chachi, i hear mariachi

(splash)

 

please kill the phonies?

 

relax little brother i’m just messing with you

now let’s go kill some phonies

(and when i say kill

i mean eat

and when i say phonies

i mean grilled cheese sandwiches)

 

 

 posted for poetics at dverse