Cold Sweat and Fever Dreams, Poem for the Insane Options

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Cold Sweat and Fever Dreams

What suprises await me tonight?
Two spoons of sugar and an Enima to call it a day.
A fun filled afternoon of cold sweat and fever dreams
Let's get started, shall we?

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah.
Let's see how they like a magnifying glass
Or a cleverly placed twig to seperate the weakest
I am God to all things small.

Will I escape this delerium? I wonder.
I'm waiting for my flashlight to die.
Then those in hiding will appear to me
And you'll never see me again.

Mine has become a conduit through which
All forgotten thoughts travel.
A strange land of misplaced potential and untapped aggression.
A Utopia for the wicked and malicious.

What do you want on your tombstone?
How about sausage and pepperoni.
Red peppers if they got em'. Green peppers if they don't.
Get the lawnchairs, grab the bug lamps.
It's a hot summer day, let's visit a cemetery.

An ex-Vice-President will rest here some day,
With a blue recycle bin headstone that reads:
"Hail to the Chief, Hide his Women from the Wife."
And all will know he made a difference.

Whatever happened to our American heroes.
JFK and Howard Hughes both went out against their wishes.
Apparently they're now roomates in purgatory.
Word is there are talks about a sitcom.

Music is relative to the orbits in our soul.
The mother, the construct, and the idea.
Throw in the baker and a wooden tub.
Rub a dub dub, Mother Goose would be so proud.

My head aches terribly, yet I can't wake up.
At least not the way I want to.
A spiritual awakening is the next step.
I wonder which belief I will choose.

I'd love to see their faces at the day of judgement.
When their savior finally returns, and he's Asian.
Will he live up to their expectations?
Or will they deny him as they did before.

A strange man once said "The secret to life is sex and politics."
Have truer words ever been spoken?
A cultural divide of liberals and conservatives.
Leather whips and sex swings, or a quick missionary before 60 minutes.

Who wins in the end? Our enemies of course.
Rip their hands from the cookie jar.
Scold them as you would a small child.
There's no more denying, the lines have been drawn.

Join Green-Peace or Red-War
Fight for the cause, or for the money.
Let's go to Wal-Mart, Let's go to Denny's.
Never buy from Dell. It's un-American.

The world's largest superpower will crumble from within.
I'll make the popcorn, extra butter as always.
Tear the roots from the giving tree, build a condo over an ecosystem.
Burn all the oil in the world. There's more in Alaska.

On a perfect world, people wouldn't live there.
Let the animals take their land back, we've used it all up anyway.
If I ever open my eyes, I'll make sense of all this.
I don't mind yet, the fun has just started.