PROPH-O-MATIC 9000

IT’S said in a language we can all easily understand.

A ship set sail.

A tree was cut.

I got my car stuck in a rut.

Jesus Christ looks like me, yeah. Jesus Christ! Yeah, Jesus Christ looks like me – Black, black, black no. 1. Abandon all hope, ye who enter into the wild. Speaking in tongues of men and angels, with love but… but wait there’s more. Act now and save! So many men, so little time. You’re nuthin’ but a hound slog, frying all the slime. Every single soul is like a POEMS power: pounding prophets for profit and peace.

Come crawling faster; obey your pastor. Your life burns faster, faster. Obey your disaster.

Back, back train and getch’r load. It’s got a good beat, and you can dance to it. Uncle Sam wants you to handle the truth THAT will set you free! The devil’s in the details; lick the spoon. What doesn’t make you stronger kills at high noon. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the faces of poverty. You don’t know what you got, ’til it’s gone.

Life is like a boxset of bad country songs: Enemy at the gate. Amarillo by Norman – stormin’ normal at World War III. Rome wasn’t toppled in a day, but maybe eight. The Irish saved civilization from it’s fate. Luv is a potion, number number nine. DON’T tread on meat lover’s pizza. All you need is love; love is all you need. What we’ve got here is a failure to commute to the office, to yield the right of waste. A detrimental dialog of the deaf when doves cry.

MAKE love, not war “from my cold dead hands” my masturbation (a clanging symbol and crashing gong), it’s in the Bible, not in your song. Hum it, but don’t chew it, while you walk along the forest’s ferny floor. A mirror with cocaine, it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I snort a line. Radio gaga killed it on the video show, gaga and blah blah in pizza topping apparel, prophesy your feelings, and when they come real …doves cry.

It was the best of times; it was the first of times, and God said it was good. A nudist colony moved in; there goes the hood. Delta blues and muddy waters, baptism by fire. But thank God for crucified Jews, now those he can use, for his good news, but just one in a million that lights the fuse. Don’t fear the reaper; Kilroy was here. Shoplifters will be persecuted, thank you for not smoking. Kilroy killed kiljoy, and that’s the bottom line. The almighty dollar on the dark side of the moon, sipping shine, feeling fine, and making love potion number nine, putting it in lotion, sold separately at sex shops out on Highway 61, not available in stores, act now while supplies last with Apollo 13 action figures rated X. Have you got change for a twenty? Payback is a dollars and SENSE.

If

you

know

what

I

mean,

Vern.

One comment

  1. Agent X · November 12

    It slices.

    It dices.

    It does so much more…

    Just set it and forget it.

    Act now, and I will send you a second Proph-O-matic 9000 absolutely FREE!

    Only four easy payments of two pints of blood.

    Liked by 1 person

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