The Uncle (The Source)

The Uncle (The Source)                     May 26, 2007

Every time

In every way

I have to open my wallet

Just to pay

Another piece of tribute

To the uncle,

And for what, I ask,

Other than a penance

Of pushing rocks for wrought?

 

Worthless, I am,

I feel so stranded,

Deserted on an island

With infinite nightmares.

Stabbed in the back,

And bleeding eternally,

I shall travel around,

Attempting to circumvent lies

In the pursuit of truth.

 

Does it matter what I know,

And do I know what is the matter?

Fed up am I with the typical bullshit

As into my brain flows

Vitriolic and subliminal messages

Through clandestine channels,

And yet I can see,

Just not enough to elude The Source.