Loosing Faces

 

I

Its time to Rock and Ride your cock;

down the throats of common sense;

around the shock, awe on my mock;

as I battle your Temperance, face the duck –

tape in the middle of the red line tense;

unsussed Ivans want to be more than lense

to shoot down another ant in the glassmine block.

II

Chasing my fairies to make my faith rage;

the World too narrow, to mind my cosplay.

Call a Ph. D as the incest goes Rape;

how could Solomon be King, or Drake

be Captain over the fleet of ships, wise say!

Mooned on the starry path, to never say nay –

loosing my faces, to mask the shadows stage,

III

Lost souls, Ahoy, may you be welcome;

turn your stoned eyes back to life and rejoice!

Nangijala, give back the lionhearts, lone

wolves, forgotten by Heathers, Stacy's comb.

For you got to chase your Californian dreams voice;

even if it brings you to the brink of Abyss, Louise...

Its time to Superman, like the last stand, let them come!

IV

Take your Whisky and Cigarettes, skateboard and lollies;

then sin your only choice maimed, I got a new way, fool.

Take my arm, let me bring you to Holy of Holies;

to see Jesus and the Angels supreme, your homies!

See the Sun, Moon and Stars, what you could be cool –

take your Face, make it rain in Arkadia, the vixen drool!

Time to Metal, make your Anthems sound over the trollies!