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The Manifesto
Gabriel Duncan

I'm not a genius
I never had the arrogance for that
Laughing at this world is easier
When it reads like Cat-In-The-Hat
 
This is my job
Even if I don't get paid
Or reach esteem and recognition
It's a great position to not have to edit what I say
 
And this is a story line
A progression from A to Z
From my depression, rape, to my issues with intimacy
 
The only shit I write
Is what spins around my head
I'd rather bite this lemon
Than let it leave me as dead
 
I gave you sex, drugs and rock & roll
Child abuse, blood for oil, and psychedelic haikus wafting out the bowl
Angel, With Scott and Just Don't Think I'm Not
I've juiced my thoughts and recycled the rinds
I've sifted through my notebooks and re-aligned my rhymes
I've used every method of presentation I could find
So now I use a refined style
That can never be anything else but mine
 
I question all the predefined
To the best of my ability
While I let go of the status-quo along time ago
Nihilism didn't fit
So now my ism is predictability
This is my manifesto
 
So fine! Criticize me
Or don't listen
It's my mission to present you with the purest juxtaposition you'll ever see
Some say emulation is the greatest praise
But I tend not to believe a thing those other sheeple say
So sit down and don't talk
These words have been marinatin' in this life
Since my first day on this earth walk
But just in case you want a slice
This is a little example of what I've got in stock
 
It's an unbearable thing
the ringing the terrible truth brings
when you find out what you sing
isn't worth a thing without attitude

Now, I know this may seem crude
but, I myself can't stand it
when these people won't admit
that the lies they try to manage
are about to be oxidized
by the homo freedom bandit
 
to refrain from abstaining is not as easy as you think
because your words left a stain
that should be rinsed out in the sink
rethink how you came
I can interlink or imply mine (rhymes)
while I'm attaining the arcane
yours get caned by the asinine
 
shameful rhymes bring only pain
I've gone insane your rhymes are slain
it's inhumane to keep this chained
I'm preordained to ascertain the great acclaim for my campaign
so while it's vain I must constrain these proportions
to retain my refrain to not abstain from my rhyme's abortion
 
When I was 17,
I was seen by the Secret Service
They poked around and tapped me
It made me pretty nervous
All for some words I might have said
They thought I was going to find Bush and put a bullet through his head
But even if I did say I'd love to see Bush in jail or dead
I would never do it, that's just something said
The most I'd ever do is spread these radical thoughts
Big surprise, though
Freedom of Speech is entrapping all of us
 
Those commercials have us grazing IKEA like sheeple
They keep us breeding hate and fear and giving head to the steeple
They put all the middle class into slavery
But kept the name
'cause poor white trash is an unsavory thing to claim
 
So deal with it then
Or focus on marriage instead
But you're just as bad as them
You're letting this GLBT shit get inside your head
 
Is it more important than taxes, slavery, or school bake sales?
Is it looming over our privileged rights and our over-flowing jails?
Our police have become the military, just on a smaller scale
And the separation of church and state was just another budget that failed
 
Fred Phelps, Pete Knight and the Bush Dynasty
Your WORD spreads genocide, keep it away from me
I've had enough fire and brimstone for one night
I hope you know God thinks you're a disgrace
Get that bible out of my face before you start a fight
 
This is my manifesto
If they have a war
Don't go
If they hold a draft
Don't show
If they want that marriage license back
Just say no
 
If they won't let you in
Just go around
This is your town
So never stand down
 
If it looks like the end
I'll shake life's hand and say good game
This world's a nice place
Even if we're all deranged
And I'm glad I got a chance to say this
Even if-
Afterwards, it's still unchanged
This is my manifesto
Signed, the Estranged Boehm.