KING OF LUST

AREA 47

SECTION 17

THE EMPIRICALLY SUCCESSFUL YOU

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Isolation in the past tense

fed my hunger for eminence

excelled in the study of need

graduated Summa from gReed

Behind every word and deed

deliberate
or sublimate
ego reach
self-definition preach

The weak man’s
fear
even of rear
the strong man’s
ambition
making whims
legislation

Looking through to the ruling passions
while murmuring polite abstractions
and if dignity is a structure to hide
vulnerable frailties are easy to find and deride

I’m the King
not the strongest piece on the board
my imperial aims are food for something’s missing

or the bored

And if she’s a terrific lay?
don’t that make her a Queen?
ain’t the strongest piece
the one all the Pawns want to capture?

And if we can’t see the gun?
don’t we judge it’s size
by the holster?
isn’t PR
just an extra big sheath for your knife?
and if you’ve got a teeny sword
you’d better get one hell of a fucking scabbard

Showmanship is the prop of my rule
’cause anyway
hell
we’re all just a bunch of fools

Power is my mistress
not the woman I’m wearing
death is nothing
but to live defeated and inglorious
is really tearing

Women got their holsters opened

and oiled
just ’cause my gun
makes a big noise
but it’s posterity that has my sheets soiled
I was just playing with the boys

My will is never bent
and I don’t suffer
from premature adulation
my unresting ambition
is always erect
stun
has an answer
for every what is to be done

My action is quick and decisive
in unexpected places and rhymes
my strategy
incisive
the daring, the application, the audacity
all mine

I’ll talk ugly
to strengthen the force of the thought
vomit on the rug
to get a hug
my daydreams
blaspheme
if I can’t reach under her dress
for the yes
she’s caught
with my living ought

Philosophy
may believe the good
but Biography
knows the truth
if my hero believes it
you know I should
losing is so uncouth

Courage takes responsibility
and then stakes his career
spreads her whys
and apes the pitch!

I love my title as me
’cause that’s what others see
I put-on
like in clothes
’cause an ounce of pretend
is a ton
of knows

And yet these tools
for the manipulation of fools
don’t tell the whole glory
any business is like a ladder
stick me on any bottom
and I climb to the top
the bottom
of the pecking order
is rude
so I got attitude

Companies figure
in the Government’s ground-plan
Henry Ford made culture
not cars
machines couldn’t get him there
so he drove man
bionic
ar, ar, ar

Leaders seek audiences
but I grant them
well
the age is TV cool
the touch of ambition burns
so I image match
while the targets change
spin the throttle
until it’s my turn
my aim seems dispersed
but it’s just really well rehearsed

I don’t care much for Mother Nature
trees and green
’cause I live in innovation
toys and seem
I read blueprints for social navigation

Lines of force and principles
I love them like God
like my rod
assumptions don’t impose on me
ain’t that another phrase for free?
I subliminally state Narcissus trance
for disciples

Twain
went down the river again
years later on a different ship
the love songs and birdcalls
he thought were outbursts of bliss
turned out to be assertions
of property ownership

Behavior is a product of value judgments
so my evaluation is empirical
like in scientific
hurt is my testament
don’t believe in miracles
don’t live in pretty
but my effective is terrific

I talk
slight flaws in the present
and point the way to perfect future
give me grok
comprehension
for a present
or a gift of manipulation
for suture

Supernatural meanings are the basis for action
me and my friends share
similar subjective reality
for satisfaction

Life wants
are my taunts
manipulation just detains
while desire obtains
point of view rearranged
is freedom ordained

My symbol is my story
my hype is my glory
my system of readiness has confessions stored
and the irrelevant bored
my invisible center is energy
euphony
history

Feeling has a value for every perceive
thinking is mutually exclusive conceive
I’ve leaned on emotions till the intellect topples
contents in terms
become actions and germs
my expression
beyond rejection
my acceptance
interaction

Moving masses irrationally
shutting out the intellect systematically

Scientist fanatic
experimenting on Hispanic
“What’s the Matter?”
Mad Hatter
dealing with men like a pack of cards
complete the trick
with more discards

Power is the cure for alienation
fit-in
is tuned-in
until he’s drugged out
passed out
rule is the reward for humiliation

Emotion
released
action
deceased
emotion
caged
action
raged
stirring by words
the little turds
until they’re a pile of shit
on the faces of the great
hate
is a potent word

Close link is danger
far away hope The Lone Ranger
words rendering deeds
needs
begetting creeds

Cover story don’t need no words
quote me as you please
insults in print fly south like birds
’cause I’m dressing winter well to tease

People only hearing what they understand
too much trouble to take them by the hand
so my hint phrases suggest
perhaps in a ramble of best
coloring book poems
fill in the blank knows
leaving room for fantasize
letting want to believe actualize

Character is individual
clearly is residual
a great man is just a ’nuff said
touchstones can’t be lead
extraordinary can’t be put to bed

I’ve got the duty of imperative
the love of oneself
blind to despairative
the passion in my quest my health

Suffering education
is health-food predestination
pleasure 7-1l princesses
are good for fuck
and talk
hurting bitches
taught me luck
and grok

My brain ain’t for thinking
it’s for concentration of ought
got
barbell dreams
and strength is my seem
coffee activity
meth anti-gravity
my resolve is excited and firm
gonna perish gloriously

Luck is disposed
to those
that ain’t reposed
ain’t death
just without glory?
ain’t glory
just risking death?

My opponent’s smoking
a joint
I’m concentrating
on the attack point
my calculation profoundly meditated
the bitch goddess Success
laid back and sedated

The issue of the battle in a single instant
the result of caught
by a fleeting thought
adversaries
combining variously
mingling precariously
the bitch goddess Decisive Moment
with her half-life heat
just a three second treat
her psychological spark thighs
waving to your decision . . . bye

Founding
has that resounding
sounding
abounding
around
town
through mounds
but owning
is just a growning

I don’t listen
to disclaimers of satisfaction
I judge men
by the results of their action
love takes time
I listen to whines
’cause they define

I got nothing to do
but I got no time to waste
alone in the midst of men
melancholy is sharp . . .

But a dream
gives me direction
and repeated whims
turn into needs
needs
been around so long
they’re creeds
worshipping
gives me satisfaction
action
makes for actualization

It used to be all pain
and no pleasure
but I’m the prisoner
of this Amusement Park no more
call me Warden
for sure

Garbage in
garbage out
call my Pavlov soul Cyber
Narcissus minds
junk food-n-wined
but future me
is just a become from see
networks standardizing points of who
look into this mirror
and find the empirically successful you

I take transgression
and make it into virtue
air-brushed beaver immorality
with intellectually rationalized
thighs
my repressed passions
consecrated see-through
I’m a hero, a demi-god
my propaganda talking liberation
wanna know why?

Inner needs
want to feel right
with friends, family, and co-workers
in tight
inner creeds
of belong
well
self-respect is better than right
or wrong

I’ve seen latent drives
vague and unclear
lacking particular objective
waiting for my influence of overt cries
precise and powerful ain’t got no fear
obsessively directive

Stereotypes awakened
by symbols
formation
by favorable response
objective association
for general whim, bowls
of love transference
resonance

I’m monolithic
individual
I’m intense rationalization
I’m the elimination
of inner conflict
self-doubt is residual
self-criticism went up with the conflagration
tensions only arrive for inflict

I’m one dimensional
no depth, no range
purely extensional
past in order
future arranged

I march, no sad steps
forward in full assurance
backward
it’s the righteous two-step

Formidable in my equilibrium
say it again Sam
able to make forms in my double-shot of Librium

my harness of justifications
impossible to break
my personality, religious
my psychological life is organized
around my irrational
external
and collective tenet
Let Them Eat Cake

The call is out
the desire is a shout
certain
attacks need to be warded off
certain
tensions need to be reduced

Have I satisfied your unconscious need?
or will my expression
remain an unconscious seed?

Their eyes
their ears
my lever to move the world
give me a place to stand
tempos and patterns
leased out like deals underhand
Archimedes’ corporation whorled

I by-pass time and space
electric extensions
ease tensions
I create problems to win the race
human involvement
by organization
when there’s no precedent
intimidation

I’m a well-known brand
feel better satisfied?
I’m a name-
entertainer written by fame
feel better fantasized?

Art is the means to keen awareness
but efficiency don’t need no philosophical
just point him in the right direction
so I deep think for consciousness
philosophical never was much
at picky bits and pieces
preferring choosy lays and timely erection

The roots of my perceive
grow deep in terror and desire
I’m a multileveled event
searching for heaven sent
probe relates my world to reality
retrieval and purgation
pave the way for transpire

Detached
poised
and aristocratic
but I prefer unlatched
noised
and systematic
I ain’t got no place
in the world
but the race

I’m just, but strong and resolute
my good will ain’t weakness
test my long arm
and become desolate

My stock responses for nonverbal situations
lead the score in intimidation
I accommodate
to the changing present
deeply participate
kills my motive for innovation
so I unplug every now and then
to recover my resent

And if success hadn’t seduced me to stop
and if reputation
hadn’t sedated my destination
well
the burn of my pain
would ’a been extraordinary rain

The fame
game
is the greatest challenge around
ain’t even trying to hide
my pride
the sense of my own dignity is sound
my warlike instinct is on my side
my genius for form
above the norm
worshipping order and loving discipline
is my only sin

Work is my element
and it’s a Noble gas
I inspire the mediocre until they’re talented
take the smart
and give them a head start

I start by winning the hearts and minds
ain’t that good military strategy?
backgrounds, characters, and hopes
are stronger than hangmen’s ropes

Mingling among
the common
complaints from the bottom
victory
from the just like you and me

Napoleon’s presence on the battlefield
was worth 40,000 men
if I can’t get love from my followers
what then?

If morale and opinion
are more than half the battle
then you just can’t treat men
like cattle

Conquest obtains
publicity ordains
glory
from victory
power from glory

And if you’re not confidently at ease
if your tenure is an uncertain tease
won’t that just encourage your diligence?

Well
I like useful tools
not well-meaning fools
I don’t care if you’re subliminal
or extensional
as long as you further my aims

Interest moved
fear ruled
and men were the dots on the graph
served mathematically
systematically
bell-curved ecstatically

Immortality
ain’t that just a trace?
memory in the minds of men
a used to be
a magical then
what’s existence without this holy race?
is it to live at all?

I’m as wise as you can be
without modesty
and my absence of virtue
is the only limit on my greatness
quick and penetrating in thought
with truth as my only ought
direct and overwhelming in action
I like simple plans
lacking in abstraction
unified in instincts and purpose
controlled complexity
coordinated energy
destination history

Well
I was infinitely more numerous
mere executant
before I was numerically small
and understood the means to organize
direct and control

I’m efficient cause
got no time for human personality pause

My action ain’t no function of me
it’s the sole criteria of functions abstract
and symbols ideal
not personality

I ain’t got
no self-expression
’cause my words got
to approach perfection

Walled up in my technique fort
I got power
not comfort

Take your pick
distinguished
or extinguished

Character and mind
are fine
but victories are divine

Emotions of the heart
can’t influence me
I’m looking at facts
and things
not human beings

I can outgrok
any talk
my speech shows a feeling
for the situation
like a hunter’s
for his prey
I seize the imagination
of men
like airplane luggage
and hijack the plain if it ain’t going my way

Buckminster Fuller and Rod McKuen
couldn’t con me to sacrifice my personal interest

but I listen careful with interruptive questions
to any shed light on my own concern confessions

I’m a musician plucking the strings of power
gratify some self-interest in return for tickets of virtue

my show is sold out at the Sophism Coliseum
come on down and we’ll deprave a little public opinion

I conquered history
while others were studying it
the conclusions that pleased
were the tools I seized

My policy
is majority
and I’m never cruel
without necessity

My character is for strengthening my powers
and deceiving thought they knew me into cowers

Well
I only get pissed off
to scare off
and my anger
is for keeping the leash on danger
I’ll cry
to spread a woman’s thigh

Why should I respect a government that pleases me

instead of being useful?
I guess I must be sovereign

Well
I’m changing the world
but the chief citizens ain’t on my side
think I’ll stir up the masses
and take them for a ride

I appreciate my tools
and I back them up
my screw driver cares about his work
my hammer is a real bang up

If I’m possessed by a devil
it’s the sense
of fucked up looking for a cure
the tense
of colossal
wanting to be made by me
the dense
of destiny
onwards
and upwards
no push or shove

She’s loving the brain
but courage has got her by the mane

Plain stubbornness won half my lost battles for me
--possible ain’t in my vocabulary
if it existed it’d be relative
according to capacity

Give up ’cause it can’t be done
is just a timid specter
coward alibis
don’t ask why
rationalization refugees confessing impotence
not describing existence

I sacrifice everything
happiness that might have been
peace of mind
to quietly find
personal gain
riding the gravy train
trade it all in for my destiny

I engender my own space
while others are fitting themselves into the rat race

marching soldiers hung up in the rhyme
of repeatability
think I’ll space-time
a little ballet multiplicity

My empathy is entire
with the immediate state of mind
I copy write strip-tease
for audience unwind
any widely accepted
embodies and reveals
some reverbalize my statements
calling me Hack
but I’m current set of attitudes
Do you read me, Mac?

My character is graphic and iconic
my write is not of the republic of letters
my mime of the psychopathology of everyday life

is trying to break fetters
while literary and editorial grounds
scheme for meaning
lost in semantic

Committed to my quest
communication is my chief resource
leadership is competitive
my mastery of new technology
adjective

If the medium is the massage
and the meaning the mirage
the meaning is the medium
the message creates its own space-time continuum

My universal enough new meaning
and my mastery
of the technology
of communication
the future belongs to me
their present is just different degrees
of fatal underestimation

My broad has appeal
she’s many things to many men
I elevate communication
on a pedestal
visual
audible expressions
susceptible to valid interpretation
amen

Foresight is OK
but versatility saves the day
major goals clearly in view
using unforeseen minor events
to continue the pursue

My genuinely charismatic
is instamatic
my manifest destiny
political uncontestability
firing others with my plans
my personality imposes my will on man
my extensions conquer by force
of course

Well
I’ve accentuated desperate predicaments
until it’s a sense
of being
the cogency of my insights
and foresights
cover up my green

Well
if motivational states influence my perceive
my perception is guided by need
present need
is future find
past greed
is present underline

Clothing is my primary social factor
weapons worn by the actor
I wear a ritual to work
not a fashion
changing designs and fabrics I cash in

To me a nation
ain’t a club
it’s more like a car
it ain’t destiny of nation
it’s ambition obligation
fashion orchestration
well
this vehicle could go far

Fortune comes in installments
Mint Eastwood
Steve MaeCenas
dues paid a dime
at a time
it ain’t the pay off
it’s the finally paid off

A name
a hat
a pose
a forelock
symbolic representation
is the game
imagination
makes rhetoric old hat
a thousand volumes of facts
can’t compete with those
a hint conveys
a suggest unlocks

Well
I’m a little Plutarch
a little Ayn Rand
a little Dylan
a little Brand
o but Oswald’s free to take a shot
oh but I’ll wear a suit to be bought

I capture the imagination
of harking back and looking forward
well
ideologies and systems
ain’t no competition
speeches and demagoguery
are just so much
out of reach
and hogwashery
terror
and secret police?
that’s error!
decease!
my personality has sheer magnetism
my mind’s got concentrated application
my venture’s got infectious boldness
little old cover story me
is conquering mankind
well
being a modern dictator is fine

Needs get taken into consideration
abilities are left out in the hail
subliminal advertising formed a Federation
ain’t on the move
toward the groove?
have to winds up doing it all

Don’t grow old in your role
that’s my job
that’s my great art of governing
it ain’t no rob

Choosing men is easy
enabling the chosen ain’t breezy
my real clout
is in making others work
not wearing myself out

I never do as I like
I negotiate
opinionate
takes a hike
try instead delegate

America’s police punish often and just a little
how silly
like Piccadilly
I come down hard
the Rolling Thunder Review
only once in a who
the wrath of the Lord

Morale factors are three quarters of the fuel
relative material strength is just a spare tire
I’ll put a foxy broad in the back seat to make ’em drool

then grab the wheel
put the hammer down to 100 or higher

Nobly wild
is the right kind of bad
but nationwide
will make you mad

On the Schizophrenic Scale
I’m at the top
but they can’t institutionalize my creativity
who’d make this fucking planet run?
broke through the top
of the Ego Strength Scale
levity’s
just too much fun

Think about it
and change about it
ain’t learning just another word
for behavioral change?

Lifelong learning is the thing society just can’t hack
ain’t going to countenance no knight errant

Educational institutions making servo-mechanisms predictable

programming the stay the same
shutting off the growth
boring the play out of me

Killing half my ability
was elementary
high school
stole
my soul
but they still couldn’t quite squelch
my predetermined and unyielding
what the fuck is going on?
so college finished me off

Following instructions is what really counts
believing your superiors is what it’s all about

Technique selects
efficiency rejects
I’m just here to record results
and ignore insults

I ain’t got no choice but the drive to answer
human being
ain’t part of my scene
I’m just a sense agent tripping over problems
I fall on my ass or solution

Soon it’ll be criminal
not to use machines to capacity
hell
you already gotta be antisocial
to be individual
in the city

Love will find
but nothing can compete
with the best technique

Junk everything that ain’t technique
any challenge that isn’t technical is obsolete
only technique can survive
no jive

Survival individuals are technicians
no power on earth like
the thunder thrust of technique

Whoever attacks the problem
finds a solution
no jive
genius is just an emotional drive
pure intellect is mostly confusion

Sufficiently
up-to-date technically
has a valid discovery
he’s rationally
dominating his betters

Consumers were created
to accept the products of technique
ain’t the best technique
the one you hardly feel?

Results tells the story
of efficient ordering
so why is it
you gotta live in a fucked up mess
to center on the concept of order?

Necessity
is the God of my universe
and we’re all accommodating ourselves
with mathematical certainty
to this divinity

My daily prayer
is to become totally absorbed
in my technique
because proportion
is according to absorption

Monopoly
is the track record of technique
and totalitarian
tells of the existence of co-ordination
and exploitation

But ain’t scientific
just efficient?

I ain’t got no intellectual side
it’s just technical thoughts
and the artistic light?
no it’s technical style
awhile
and my moral qualms?
hah! I’m just asking for alms

I unlatch
and unbatten
’cause paths
of least resistance
make things happen

Inertia is the essential force operating
men flowing from the nounton to the see
my damns have stored up obligating

Velocity is inertia
in action
my manipulation of inertia
acceleration

Affinity must be attraction
precondition
for acceleration
so I afFin awake
for heaven sake

Friendship is affinity
romantic love
infinity

Persuasion
is acceleration
my single idea easily rapes
virginal minds
intellectual vacuums ripe
for intimidation
potential victims
I look on them
as a gold find

I tell them they’re on the right track
I soothe as I inform
I congratulate as I misinform
’cause there’s no future in cranking the rack

They lack your love
they can only see what’s wrong with
they need a shove
their don’t give a damn can’t get in tune with

See into the future love can’t compete
dead graphs and track records defeat

Got to transcend objections
look the part
got to demand inspections
ain’t that art?

Contemplation grows
more than it knows
it’s action that figures out
due your duty
don’t pout
try the impossible
to discover your amount

Armchair scruples
vicarious conscience
think I’ll respect pragmatic
live a script automatic
my sex may be oral
my actions they ain’t moral
but I’ll knock up truth until it’s pregnant

Understand is prior to possess
I was objective before I became obsessed

When there was no safety but in love
I added passion
to keep the job I became dependable
to take a stand I became sendable
with evil on all sides wanting to be rid of me
my behavior became defendable

My conduct and good manners
would have been violence
in another century

My actions are trusty
and out on parole
jailbreak dreams of domination
locked in solitary refinement

Can there be too much teamwork communion?

Since nobody reads no more
my words will be the preface to my action
to learn is to change
education is to rearrange

Frequency
variety
and intensity
judge my life
my ecstatic
is working on effective
if I can see it
can’t I be it?

Imagine fantastic comes with ease
but the obvious pervasive perceive
is only a tease
can’t get around my contraceptive preconceptions

Problem solving don’t increase my IQ
it just lets me achieve any who

I used to ape society
but now I’ve got no MO
if I’m a rogue
it’s just ’cause I haven’t stopped learning
Civilization is in technology’s Waring blender
watch my fingers on the dial
turning

Ideology
is silly
(or else how could it work?)
violence is for jerks
technological revolution
is the best confusion

I am not made for pleasure
animal hedonism won’t own me
with a fur stroked Playboy vibrator
socially approved womb mirrors won’t home me

in a media lined emotionally ecstatic gutter

The big noise of my reputation
is vibrating the generation gap
laws, institutions, monuments, nations
they’re all so much pap
Tomboyfoolery is spread-eagled in my lap
impressing men and striking their imaginations
the saps

Success makes the great man
Mohamitup came at a moment
when general opinion
was ready for a single rod
a man is but a man
but often he can screw much
he’s inflammable matter
and all the little tinderboxes are coming in sync

Events and circumstances are my will
what else is there to do
except keep on acquiring more and more money and power

unless you’d rather watch channel 2

Destiny is made
like in laid
and the world is already pretty fucked up
the plan
is the man
got ideas in my head
tools in my hand
to lead ’em to bed

Advertising is the whim generator
brutal and simple
ain’t an ad just a window trying to become a door?

Well
I see myself in the mirror of my offend
environments distorting
and deflecting
human awareness
outrage is a stable constant
applause makes for a good monument

My personal appearance
and my private identity
makes my self-expression
but my personal appearance
is just what draws the most interest
and my private identity
is for depositing sperm
on the way to the bank
so my self-expression
is just self-defection

Well
I can’t separate the erotic object
from the erotic person
my hardware
has underwear
slipping to the floor
my ugly self is wearing bullshit
designed for favorable snap judgment
and my next ten thousand
are just to keep people listening
after they’ve heard my first ten words

Well
I ain’t got no serious composition
or serious preparation
’cause constant submission
don’t like that stuff
I’m just a childishly untrained reformer
of monotonous motifs
my boundless conceit is rough
so i wear self-annihilating modesty riffs

I’m the additional service environment
fucking up all the pre-existing ones
acute discomfort and disservice is thigh-wide open

under my gun

Survival and freedom is a joke
propaganda’s got us by the yoke
ideology never ends
’cause dialogue never begins
but since I don’t care for pleasure
blanket perception won’t keep me warm
suppressed awareness isn’t hanging on my arm
don’t you know
that the only difference
between media
and medie
is just a single fetter?

Imitation is my artillery
hero worship is my battery
don’t need no magazine to sustain my identity
fiction tells of future me

New plateaus for perception
uncover my program from the cradle
exploiting new technology ain’t really defection
more like sipping straight from the ladle

Soporific is pervasive
innocuous is evasive
vulgarity
is opportunity
I never balk at contact
opposition makes me competent
my typically interested reveals forms
while environmental and unconscious is the norm

Their trash is my treasure
their problems are my pleasure
when they’re acting rash
I’m contemplating in leisure

Language is the pigment of my paint
toss on a dab of cliché
another stroke of ain’t
got icon accumulations
and corporate energy perceptions
private expression
is lacking in dimension

The banal, as such
two clichés = must

My rapport with fundamental currents
is seductive excitement and capacity to move
my volatile immediacy
has solid reality
and power to prove

I’m breaking the barrier of the individual’s indifference spontaneously evokes
like bullets
no smoke
and you know has a certain grandeur of its own

Well
feel don’t need to think
and react never takes responsibility
drunk don’t understand
current problems just seem underhand

My collective center of interest
shared by the crowds
call me walking talking propaganda
don’t have time
or rhyme
for individual prejudice

Daily illusions come first
daily bread can wait
the frustrated want to suffer
so my cause
is sacrifice
my gauze
rougher
at the thought of easy victory
I let out a laugh
and slaughter them with blood, sweat, and ain’t nears

the calves

The pendulum of torment
and ferment
swung cynicism apathy
the solemnity
in the land
is the sameness
of nameness
any strong figure
could use this disease
as ground for his striptease

Eat this phantasy
’cause individual imagination
is a real power
drink this label
’cause imperfections
transformed
taste like confections
drive this slogan
’cause real human and down to nature
is merely abstract debature

Up the ladder propagates my value
can I sell myself favorably?
I’ll confess
for success
and if I can bank it
act dishonorably
my body is the capital
my mind the resource
my soul is saved
at a prime rate
invest me bravely
profit myself sensationally

The young lurch from one cliché to another
trying to put down father
and escape from mother
my illusions feed on this energy
so my music has counterfart
my devilment monetary probability

Entertaining beliefs about me
just allow my power to expand
transcendent principles
are my absolute authority
rendering armed subjects into obedient majority

I’m securing the favor of the invisible powers
while princes of darkness are prevailing to rule men’s wills

but the job of king was forced on me

Unpunished defiances presage every fall of regime

just get rid of the magic virtue
and Power is through
ransacking revolutions focus my scheme

My wealth is my large labor force
slaves at first, wives later of course
War pays dividends
not banks and stocks
the bravest fighters inevitably unlock
procreation
in proportion

From small to large
you need the new factor
fusion
from domination
not association
it’s not the pact
it’s the actor
existence by instinct
large formation
by strong domination

Product specifics decease
as audience participation increase
my fad is the image of motives
the mirror of desires
the single complex pattern of transpire
public response
is product resonance

I provoke action without prior thought
my assertions are trenchant and total
my ultimate aim of penetration fought
my respect for the individual
naught

Well
if the little man is 80% wrong
I’ll statistically profile
his smile
and bell-curve hump 80% right
watching what I ain’t going to do
to handcraft my song
from error I get truth
from poverty I get riches
outta sight!

My competition is never making small mistakes

while living out the grand fallacy
fostering intense concentration
on minute segments and specialist tasks
I’ve dumped indifference to the cosmic
and taken up with the primal ask
they call my bump and grind the way of rakes
but I’m acting out the grand Phallus, see?

My strategies are for getting it together
a little Ben Franklin is good for measure

A little money is valuable for feeling better
established security
is my guarantee
against fowl whether

Ain’t getting married until I’m rich
won’t send my woman out to dig a ditch

I may not have a ton of inherited gold
but I can beat it with the ounce of virtue
that will never be sold

Living eternally
by not living carnally
doing what I should
not what I please . . .
but that’s just a tease
nice sounding abstractions
can’t stand stiff long enough
for wet & ready passions
I fuck forever
’cause I ain’t got no day to day should
fleshly below the belt worldly desires
turn down the lay
of the day
just to suck on next Century’s tit

A series of small successes
or a Monster success
industry
makes all things easy
one goal at a time or regress

Hope of gain
lessens pain
give pleasure
and your attack is answered
with “Sure”

Reason is waylaid
so speak of Interest to persuade

Govern yourself for revenge
presumption never ruins the canny
learning to live without counsel
is your Godsend

Well
serving God may be doing good to Man
and being good to others may be treating yourself best

I suppose I can

My passion
never ends
so there’s no need for repentance
my desires drive
my reason
declares the sentence

My course is pitched upon excellence
custom is making it delightful
rooming in hell
is swell
’cause time will tell

My ambition laudable
aiming above
but my riches came mostly from thrift
no need to shove
just sift

People buying pleasure
selling themselves as slaves

My genius without education
is gold still in the mine
so I teach my energy divine

I’m the too good of an example
that’s really a kind of slander
so I toss in a few fuckups on purpose
and make mistakes when others are watching

And the more I learn the less I like
so I must be getting close to understand

And what but a naked body
nude
rude
to amateurs clothed in professionalism
can make of the public an erection?

The unattractive in clothes of dignity
Ph.D. never learned to think
preach because can’t seem to practice
top slaves
don’t they know enough to call themselves
Vice President?

Wouldn’t you really rather have an extension
longer, lower, larger
and with more sperm pressure
then Mr. Jones?

Can we specialize to spread around the status?

And won’t the videophone Disney this Land?

Ain’t successful just without exception?

Isn’t suitable clad with inspired?

My role of must
costume of lust
will spatial put them on
for the clothes of me
I’ll wear them like charisma!

Resources no longer limit shit!

Decisions
have absolute dominion
over constipation!

Decide today
and make tomorrow!

Decision = Revolution!

Style is just Hardware!

Past experience founded his own business
and hired servants to be in control!

Lust is the Master of Present Fact!

Hard-on doesn’t need no technical skill!

It’s Soft-sell that services the designer!

Your electric fight
is just an easy switch
from universal service!

My field distinction is commanding power!

First hand is too fast for slow second hand secrets!

Mafias survive at speeds that ratio death road legal!

My conquest is speed
my structural design
is fine
any hardware
or no hardware
will make me rich

My utmost economy of means greatest effect

Emotional pressure ain’t added to make more acceptable

it’s fundamental to the whole nonsense
biased views in the past tense
arouse positive collective reeling

My talents are merchandise
don’t want to starve in Paradise
prestige and excitement
is contritement

Packaged attractively
Madison Avenuely
my wits are for sail
so they’re sold circulation wise
like real dollars
symbols like weapons
aimed at customers

Printing money is illegal
but signing autographs to make paper valuable . . .

The only unchallenged power is the man of action

making laws to edit the man of thought competition

since the beginning of civilization
let them feel prestigious priesthood
alone with their sacred texts

But my blue words
beat the redhanded days
of blood and guts
there’s no secular disputation
to monetary obligation
while tradition
is stuck
in irrelevant criticism ruts

The enhancement
of ideas
for my advancement
ornaments of culture
overcome insistence
fracture
resistance

Socrates rooming at the Athens Hilton
exiled from Washington

Standards that hinder production
aren’t
judge by contribution
to turnover
misunderstood genius must be brought back
into the fold
and sold
art and science by reduction
only harmed it

Specialists cry
but reality just gets more complex
doubt is a biological luxury
living in a duplex
privation and suffering open the mind
time to bring true wisdom back to mankind

Well
theory-free looks
make for startling facts
half of reveal
is just at first don’t react
it’s far easier than your ought
but further away than your thoughts

Determined is accepting humiliations and disappointments driving to power
multiple talent is handicapped seriously
missing appointments
sacred obligations of cower
anachronistic senses dysfunctionally

My purity of aim is rare
my functional freedom from all such nonsense fair

I’m concealed preferably
laudable motives reiterated tirelessly

Driven monomaniac
or penniless immigrant
constipation
across the nation
people chewing gum
to have fun
think I’ll combine chew
with get it through
and call it Sur-Tax

Impotence prefers to rail
calling their laments religion
ethics or poetry
but they’ve just become accustomed to their jail

trace amounts of dead religion
worship one day a weak
ethics turn out the truth
in favor of the seek
poetry is a fancy way to fail

Optimism is the prerequisite to my action
naiveté the charm on my learning arm
visual orientation is crucial to my survival
my distant goals envisage
my objectives photograph my satisfaction

Bullshit is the burn
of my yearn
but I’ve established a beachhead
in the highly specialized sense life of visual man

well
the plight of the slum child
has extended to the average man
Crazy Horse can’t get out of the heard

Tendencies may be tilted
but I ride them to the hilt
your bitch may be the key to my future
my rage
is plugged into the spirit of the age

Too many sermons
on happiness and the dignity of mankind
principles got us bored
superb enthusiasm
might as well be stored
time for my rain
of bane

Selfish inclinations
and ironic intimations
survive
don’t come easy
so we get the drive
from rock
the soggy bread
back from the water
we put in hock

My far is all the further
ain’t got no definite plans
my man
my projects fluidly exploit
my improvise to Fortune
adroit

That ain’t blood in my veins
it’s ambition
smells like semen
but it’s really passion

And so that I can romantically dream
I’ve got to calculate a little ruthless real
if property is theft
my quest to steal

The highest ranks of our annals
a bunch of fools wearing flannels
but my knowledge fell short of the crack
have to get up extra application
Lady Luck sure looks sexy from the back

I like competition
the game board don’t really matter
give me a rulebook
not a rally to change a minor clause
life
liberty
and the pursuit
is just so much
strife
sophistry
and substitute

I hear the story
of moral action
but I watch the chase for glory
and satisfaction
our Constitution cries Liberty
but not loud enough to overcome Vanity

We want a Chief rendered illustrious by glory
theories of government
are fine for the covenant
but phrases and speeches
only draw leeches

Baubles suffice
dream machines are nice
I amuse
to use

Prelude dreams
not substitute seems
my decision to act
is by cold assessment
daydream desirable
drives my feasible
in practice

The toys
make the boy
think I’ll play with the world!
I love to strip problems naked to their bare elements discarding all obstacles to satisfaction
my mind is a radiant power
cutting through the mists of speculation

On my face is written
thou shalt have no other rod but me