Thursday, December 18, 2008


- - - contrafiction - - -

Vitamin E can kill you and milk is not good for the bones
We use to go to dealers but now doctors are keeping us stoned
An apple a day is repetitive and so is beer and wine
Selling addictive personalities that sort of mirror mine
No symptoms showing but still I need an instant fill
It’s real. I’d kill for my next prescription pill

It’s not medicine it’s chemical concoctions
that scientists concoct and then package into boxes
Then corporations market it as innocent relief
to everyone from infants to senior citizens in need
Hospital’s privatized, the bottom lines you pay the price
Crammed in a hallway is not a civilized way to die
We need more doctors but that club is so elitist
and we need a better strategy than drugging up from fetus
Please diagnose my dying hopes, ask “Why am I supplying dope?”
“Doctor! It’s important!”
said as they walked into the morgue instead of the orphanage,
he was supposed to operate now he sees the baby’s corpse bleeding from all orifices.

I’m the captain of a sinking ship, rapping, drinking thinking it’s fixed
with a fist and depression at my fingertips
with the effects that linger then lift,
and happiness hits, then it hit
Inside myself, someone else lives.

The human experience has been given a face lift
Mars, it isn’t far from the place they built the space ships
Now I am the stepson of an ancient civilization
I remember color but see only caucasian
Cultivated boy in a system once known as farming
But with meats and vegetables, not military's and armies

I melt into the horizon, devise lies and succumb to my vices
Hate surprises, but prizes man I’ll take the time to find them
Hate mail gets sent, nowadays, press send
Let’s end everything mentality when rejection sets in
I am but a human, my shelter’s made of wood
I built it with my own hands using anything I could
It’s structurally sound, firm foundation on the ground
My ape stance barbarian and very uninspired

Sanctum’s on a train somewhere, thanks yo, but I ain’t prepared
I’m thankful for each strand of hair
I’m anxious to end the sanctions on the chains I wear, the pains I bear
Jerm9 is not a perfect of person though the words he blurts are alert and observant

I’ve slept on a mattress I’ve slept in a warm bed
I’ve slept on a cold floor I’ve slept on a park bench
I’ve slept on a carpet I’ve slept on a snow bank
I’ve been offered a place to crash and still said “no thanks”
I’ve slept in police stations and courthouses alike
I’ve slept in jail cells and didn’t know I was alive
I’ve slept behind fences, apprehensively at first…
I slept in tents and unintentionally discovered nature’s worth
Yet it hurts to admit that my defenses didn’t work
I must believe in aliens because there’s no purpose to earth

Milk is not good for the bones and an apple a day is repetitive
Tylenol gives cancer and cell phones killed public etiquette
Everything is nonsense here because no one has a conscience
And all the food is processed so it’s no wonder I’m exhausted

I’ve never been abducted by alien’s only government agencies
It’s tongue-and-cheek they way eye-nose what’s facing me.
My poison arrows pierce, my bow is narrow, fierce.
In amongst a field of totem poles and scarecrows,
No one seems to notice that I go the way my hair blows.
(I’m always logging my inner forest)

Having visions…
On my deathbed shivering
Having visions…
Of my mother on the same bed delivering
Hold it right there. I’m fed up with night terrors.
Battling self and that fucker don’t fight fair.

jerm IX - 2005

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