It's A Panic, It's A Kerflobble

Free for all, free for all, the whining throngs implore.
Why does it all come so staunch, so hard, so tough, so real?
Only the strong supplant tactics of vain glories
and let the currency dogs devour the bloodied remains.

You can enjoy it if you buy into it, crave and rave it.
It’s a rage, for sure, and soon to be displayed on CNN
Opinions, like assholes, are everywhere as they should be.
Listen to mumbling hordes amidst the doom and gloom of Wall St.

Open me up, suck out my marrow, leave nothing behind for I’m in decline.
You, you slathering, slobbering, slut of ages, sling me and fling me one more time.
You own me you know me you stone me and I come back for more
You chastise me, hypnotize me and ball my brains out when out of my mind.

It’s a panic, it’s a kerflobble, a kinetic cube to spin, sponge and spunk.
Splatter my life on the rubble heap and bind up the wounds of warriors and wankers.
They’re waiting once more to enter the fray, to dis-member the display
of codgers and codifiers and clueless club whores who just don’t give a damn.

Michael J. Dwyer 1:57PM December 1, 2008

It's A Panic, It's A Kerflobble

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Joined October 2008

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