Mad Transgressions (Put Acid in the Pope's
Woopie-cushion!)
Predictability, sanitization, lethargy, routine.
Humdrum, normalization, resignation - obscene.
Euphemism, everday-ism, truism...
What else can these mean?
Colloquialism, rationalism, blandism,
Conformism, scientism, hypocrisism:
Mental morphine!
Sheepism on amphetamine.
How it all, how it all provokes...
How it all provokes: my spleen!
It is really all, much too much, to even be seen,
By the many whose eyes are covered by - a dream.
'O how adult, oh how sedate' -
(Such is the way, they hide their hate!)
'I am frightened of death, I am frightened of life;
I think I'll just keep my head down and stick with my wife!'
I have a plan, I have a scheme:
To free their minds of this sterilization team.
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A dangling crucifix... a bloody roar!
We hope to make the soul a little less obscure...
Dance free in the meadow of perplexity!
This life is one of contradiction and complexity -
You have to be a bit strange to make it through all the adversity.
So: don't stint now on a little 'perversity',
Bataille on steroids is hardly enough!
Think 'Philosophy in the Boudoir' – we like it rough!
Our startling claims and acts will reveal it
in its Being - Such to almost justify the timid in fleeing!
Something bold, something knuckle white -
Something to amaze and lighten up the World's Night -
Opening it to presencing,
Disclosing its true nature,
While covering it in confetti;
(Do you enjoy the biscuits, called 'amoretti'?)
The unconscious is wild, release your inner child.
The world is a stage,
And on this, my page,
I intend to wage,
A war upon the mediocre.
(You! Yes you! I'm going to put a sprinkle of LSD in your tapioca!)
Put acid in the Pope's woo-pie-cushion,
And laugh it off.
Yes, you queer, I am a toff!
Because...
Reason is a dreadful bore,
And madness, sweet madness:
Madness is more honest, more secure,
More alive, lubricious - more mature -
More pure, more core;
Enough to make you soar;
Something, most definitely to adore!