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Edifying thoughts of a tobacco smoker by Johann Sebastian Bach

​Whene’re I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away,
My thoughts as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.
Like me, this pipe so fragrant burning
Is made of naught but earth and clay;
To earth I too shall be returning.
It falls and, ere I’d think to say,
It breaks in two before my eyes;
In store for me a like fate lies.
No stain the pipe’s hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
That when to death’s call I must harken
My body too, all pale will grow
To black beneath the sod ’twill turn.
Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then, instantaniously,
The smoke off into thin air going,
Till naught but ash is left to see.
Man’s frame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.
How oft it happens when one’s smoking:
The stopper’s missing from the shelf,
And one goes with one’s finger poking
Into the bowl and burns oneself.
If in the pipe such pain doth dwell,
How hot must be the pains of Hell.
Thus o’er my pipe, in contemplation
Of such things, I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, on sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.


The state of Jefferson (Backroad bumpersticker remix)

               Nobody told them
      all of the republicans
               and democrats
                                                  were dead

how were they to know
                                                  they’d been split
right down the middle
                                                  by goo

I remember this last time
         the archetypes of hope
     the distraction and resolution
already decided

what else is there to say
                 once you see it
                                  there it
                                is

                                no one wins
who plays this game
                           spray it down
with hypochlorite

      it’s no wonder
            some go mad
                                                       aren’t you
I know I am

     it was as simple as
                      whoever controls the plaintext
                         voting machines
                 controls history itself

                we got to see this happen
        you and I
                behind the scenes
                               when no one was awake

she’ll be the first
                                            to press her silver
                  squidbutton
                                              on an oval stage

                99 flowers
                                                            hanging
          in rows
                                 from the walls

El Chapo

Yeah they got Guzman
                      again

        why all of a sudden
              the big deal
                  after all those years
   like it would make a difference
  alive or dead 

                                     it was all a show
        Mexico corrupted—disgraced—
look what they can do
now
everything is fine
        they actually used the words
                                       mission accomplished

                         he fell off a cliff
                     and broke his leg, nice
                  tanktop dude

              facenumbing piles
                           straight from the sack
                                 rolling up in GMC’s
              with gold plated AK’s

                    entire side of the house
                           lit up couldn’t see
                                  thru the smoke

        sugarskull
beheadings
        mass unmarked
graves in the desert
         all those enslaved

         whose to blame

                                 anhydrous hydra
the evergenerating sharktooth
          of prohibition slithers on
                   unscathed—how many
                                lives will be claimed
before it eats itself
           alive—and since you’re
                    just making room
                                for your families

       may your cartilage
disintegrate with your
                                 soul