In the throws of an outrageous
passion for the impossible I leap
and confess my birthing cries
from level ground
into the free fall
I cannot see the bottom
and i know that the
mires of darkness
will cleanse the sight
from my eyes soon
Never again will I
see, nor will i hear
nor will i smell
the pungent swells
of a glacial city
what a pity
that now i am
bound to the darkness
of these cascading caves
my vision slave to the
endlessness of
what could be
what might be
my mind free to
walk the unknown
alone
what a pity
to be so far from the city
to be so deep
into the unreal
failing to feel
what can be touched
why would you
when you can exist
in awe
of the untouchable?
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Man - JLG Clift
When did he become the man
he's come to be?
when did the world become
something to flee from?
Where does this man, the real man
belong?
what does this real man
do wrong?
when did they first neglect him?
Why do they still reject him?
Because he refused to genuflect
before the golden statue
of the impoverished man?
No God
No Son of God
No.
Man
On what shores does the real man stand?
No land, it becomes clear as
time draws near
lost through the grains
flooding through the chipped hour glass
Time, thoughts, Men, pass, alone
they throw their infant words out, orphans
among the battling beaks
of boyish drones
he's come to be?
when did the world become
something to flee from?
Where does this man, the real man
belong?
what does this real man
do wrong?
when did they first neglect him?
Why do they still reject him?
Because he refused to genuflect
before the golden statue
of the impoverished man?
No God
No Son of God
No.
Man
On what shores does the real man stand?
No land, it becomes clear as
time draws near
lost through the grains
flooding through the chipped hour glass
Time, thoughts, Men, pass, alone
they throw their infant words out, orphans
among the battling beaks
of boyish drones
Friday, 1 February 2013
Counterclockwise - JLG Clift
Live life by the rigid flailing
of the trinity of these arms and hands
to their tick
to their tock
to their clap
in their clock
facial expressions
cock like pistols
every moment
lock you into
to their rhythm
so unbearably steady
unchanging
immortal
immortally dull
culling freedoms
Live life by your own beat
embrace the wonderous uncertainty
echoing through an insatiable eternity
sample all
counter the clock
and you shall be a wiser man for it
of the trinity of these arms and hands
to their tick
to their tock
to their clap
in their clock
facial expressions
cock like pistols
every moment
lock you into
to their rhythm
so unbearably steady
unchanging
immortal
immortally dull
culling freedoms
Live life by your own beat
embrace the wonderous uncertainty
echoing through an insatiable eternity
sample all
counter the clock
and you shall be a wiser man for it
Mother - JLG Clift
the gutters today
overflow
with the tears
shed
from our Mother's
reddened eyes
and darkened skies
we heard her stormy roars
and have felt
her scorching fury
but now come the clouds
of her closing eyes that loose
the first drops
and the heavy sobs that
gush sagging winds
around your body
so weary from
the swings
and the tides
she controls now the
seas that unfold
with a harrowed ease
the strongest ships
in the slightest breeze
she strips the man
back to the boy
you shiver in the puddles
your trimmed trench coat
that drapes
in cluttered coils
around you
It's gotten too big
overflow
with the tears
shed
from our Mother's
reddened eyes
and darkened skies
we heard her stormy roars
and have felt
her scorching fury
but now come the clouds
of her closing eyes that loose
the first drops
and the heavy sobs that
gush sagging winds
around your body
so weary from
the swings
and the tides
she controls now the
seas that unfold
with a harrowed ease
the strongest ships
in the slightest breeze
she strips the man
back to the boy
you shiver in the puddles
your trimmed trench coat
that drapes
in cluttered coils
around you
It's gotten too big
Monday, 7 January 2013
Colour/Grey: By JLG Clift
Colour
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
The world
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
Souls saviour
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
so they run away
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
As you roar like the thunder
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Egotist Eroder - By JLG Clift
Cum one
cum all
cum to me
Video
me
on my stage
in my
Drome
Central Park
i am outrage
this is
cutting
edge
paid for
by my
father on
the Upper East
I am
naked
American flag
draped
around
sun bed
shoulder blades
look out
onto the
audience
they adore
abomination
so that
is what
i will give
them
my name
is Maxi
Renn
Behold
i am the
Great Eroder
cutting the
binds
that
tie my
ligaments
together
through the stars
and stripes
stretched out
over my forearm
the statement will
be basic
but they will
lap it up
if i call it
Performance Art
Cutting
Edge
Cutting
with the
razor
raising brows
reactions
from the
crowd
are the
ones
i want
become
swept up
in the sensation
of dehumanisation
feel
your skin
crawl
feel yourself
aroused
by the gore
your organs
pulse and protrude
skinny jeans
as i ejaculate
though the veins
i have spread
for you
a smile
perfect
in every
way
direct from
Sunsett-
ing over
my stage
a photographer
snaps the image
cements me
as icon
for Vanity Fair
the crowd
adore
me
cheer
roar
rasping
for
more
of me
the razor
limp between
pedicured
finger tips
stainless steel
has my essence
flowing
from the edge
one of my fans
blonde haired
blue eyed
all
American
in short shorts
and a cut off
tee
is in
the front
row she
opens
her mouth
and her
head
rocks back
eyes
eclipsing
as i let
myself
gush between
pretty
red lips
she swallows
lips a new
shade of
red
and winks at me
pierced tongue
running
around the rim
of the gash
she uses
to smile
good girl
i think
i went to
school
with her
she went
to Dalton
too
a couple
of grades
below
she'll
deny it
if i ask
she will
never admit
she's rich
i know
her sort
hanging
out in Yonkers
in the day
to be edgy
with her
hipster friends
back to 72nd
and Central
by five
for dinner at
the Dakota
with her folks
my performance
must be
conveniently
close
to home
for her
the world
becomes
hazy
blurred
the audience
look
better this way
they look
like
they go on
forever
a wave
of well
spoken whites
washed up
across
central park
to be drawn
out like
the tide
when the show
is over
when i become
mainstream
faceless
fans are
howling
frenzied
cheers
for more
they
want
the encore
i am
to live
up to the title
on the fliers
i sent out
i will bubble
away
as
legend
a temporary
titan for
a tidal
generation
of would
be idols
if only
they had
the ideas
that possess
the greats
like me
my left
arm
is still
leaking
onto
centre stage
but on
with the show
my right hand
snakes up
to the rope
hanging above
my head
the bucket
it has been
attached to
rocks a
little
perched
on the
rafters
like a
vulture
waiting
for its
moment
i
pull
the
rope
swiftly
a
sheet
of
clear
water
descends
like
a bursting
bubble
hits the flesh
with hissing
i do
not
scream
as sulphuric
acid
helps
me
become
in
famous
it
strips
my tan
from my
flesh
from
my
bones
like
paint
thinner
smog
rises up
like vapour
after
a storm
its thick
like cigar
smoke
smells
like burning
bacon
and
French
caloungue
the American
flag
is fused
to perfect
pecs
i feel
the
colours
that dont
run
betray their
vows
run away
run off
washboard
abs
in the
Niagara Falls
of my decay
it feels
like
I'm
in
my
wet
room
thanks
to the lines
backstage
that have
made me
superman
i am superman
i am
the Great Eroder
Eroder
Erodes
slips
down
into the
plug hole
i had
set up
before
i arrived
to be
sold
by the gallon
to my
fans
when i
become
nothing more
than
myth
and bone
the labels
read
'Liquid Legend:
the Great Eroder'
they will
think it's
cool
it's too
repulsive
not to be
i am
a god
to them
pure(e)
rebellion
a suicide superstar
Hotter than Hunter
Cooler than Cobain
Bigger than Jesus
the crowd
are still
cheering
when my eyes
give way
burst
like blisters
in the sulphuric
tears
i shed
the tears
the tears
are happy
tears
as i drop
to
my knees
cheers wash
through
me
wash
a smile
across
the wasteland
of my face
no lips
left
for them
to notice
it
but
that
doesn't
matter
they love
me
they really
love me
cum all
cum to me
Video
me
on my stage
in my
Drome
Central Park
i am outrage
this is
cutting
edge
paid for
by my
father on
the Upper East
I am
naked
American flag
draped
around
sun bed
shoulder blades
look out
onto the
audience
they adore
abomination
so that
is what
i will give
them
my name
is Maxi
Renn
Behold
i am the
Great Eroder
cutting the
binds
that
tie my
ligaments
together
through the stars
and stripes
stretched out
over my forearm
the statement will
be basic
but they will
lap it up
if i call it
Performance Art
Cutting
Edge
Cutting
with the
razor
raising brows
reactions
from the
crowd
are the
ones
i want
become
swept up
in the sensation
of dehumanisation
feel
your skin
crawl
feel yourself
aroused
by the gore
your organs
pulse and protrude
skinny jeans
as i ejaculate
though the veins
i have spread
for you
a smile
perfect
in every
way
direct from
Sunsett-
ing over
my stage
a photographer
snaps the image
cements me
as icon
for Vanity Fair
the crowd
adore
me
cheer
roar
rasping
for
more
of me
the razor
limp between
pedicured
finger tips
stainless steel
has my essence
flowing
from the edge
one of my fans
blonde haired
blue eyed
all
American
in short shorts
and a cut off
tee
is in
the front
row she
opens
her mouth
and her
head
rocks back
eyes
eclipsing
as i let
myself
gush between
pretty
red lips
she swallows
lips a new
shade of
red
and winks at me
pierced tongue
running
around the rim
of the gash
she uses
to smile
good girl
i think
i went to
school
with her
she went
to Dalton
too
a couple
of grades
below
she'll
deny it
if i ask
she will
never admit
she's rich
i know
her sort
hanging
out in Yonkers
in the day
to be edgy
with her
hipster friends
back to 72nd
and Central
by five
for dinner at
the Dakota
with her folks
my performance
must be
conveniently
close
to home
for her
the world
becomes
hazy
blurred
the audience
look
better this way
they look
like
they go on
forever
a wave
of well
spoken whites
washed up
across
central park
to be drawn
out like
the tide
when the show
is over
when i become
mainstream
faceless
fans are
howling
frenzied
cheers
for more
they
want
the encore
i am
to live
up to the title
on the fliers
i sent out
i will bubble
away
as
legend
a temporary
titan for
a tidal
generation
of would
be idols
if only
they had
the ideas
that possess
the greats
like me
my left
arm
is still
leaking
onto
centre stage
but on
with the show
my right hand
snakes up
to the rope
hanging above
my head
the bucket
it has been
attached to
rocks a
little
perched
on the
rafters
like a
vulture
waiting
for its
moment
i
pull
the
rope
swiftly
a
sheet
of
clear
water
descends
like
a bursting
bubble
hits the flesh
with hissing
i do
not
scream
as sulphuric
acid
helps
me
become
in
famous
it
strips
my tan
from my
flesh
from
my
bones
like
paint
thinner
smog
rises up
like vapour
after
a storm
its thick
like cigar
smoke
smells
like burning
bacon
and
French
caloungue
the American
flag
is fused
to perfect
pecs
i feel
the
colours
that dont
run
betray their
vows
run away
run off
washboard
abs
in the
Niagara Falls
of my decay
it feels
like
I'm
in
my
wet
room
thanks
to the lines
backstage
that have
made me
superman
i am superman
i am
the Great Eroder
Eroder
Erodes
slips
down
into the
plug hole
i had
set up
before
i arrived
to be
sold
by the gallon
to my
fans
when i
become
nothing more
than
myth
and bone
the labels
read
'Liquid Legend:
the Great Eroder'
they will
think it's
cool
it's too
repulsive
not to be
i am
a god
to them
pure(e)
rebellion
a suicide superstar
Hotter than Hunter
Cooler than Cobain
Bigger than Jesus
the crowd
are still
cheering
when my eyes
give way
burst
like blisters
in the sulphuric
tears
i shed
the tears
the tears
are happy
tears
as i drop
to
my knees
cheers wash
through
me
wash
a smile
across
the wasteland
of my face
no lips
left
for them
to notice
it
but
that
doesn't
matter
they love
me
they really
love me
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Pop Culture Darling - By JLG Clift
I am
Bad
For your
Heads
Hearts
Minds
Homes
Schools
Cities
Worlds
My words
course through
art
(eries)
veins
honeyed
venom
bad thoughts, catchy tracks
from a fish hook
mind
catch you on
the bated lines
dripping the vibrant
scent
of rebellion
seductive to a touch
but is lava beneath
it's
cool
polished
complexion
feel your flesh stick
to it
try to pull your fingertips
back my words
hang on
your mind
hangs on
I am not
right
not wrong
i am somewhere in
between you and i
we are together
we see things
they'll ever see
you and i
are gonna live
forever
if u buy my new record
you will be with me always
if
you buy my new
record your love
for my hook
as it sticks in
your mind
tears your cheek to
tatters
post it
post your love
on youtube
and i will love you
come to my show
and i will show you
love me
as i love myself
on stage
wear shades
all of you wear shades
so i may use your eyes
as mirrors of my success
run my hands across my
flesh
touch, rub, feel my
moisture between
my tighs
wrapped in lycra
beads at first
then turn to streams
as i chant
autotuned hypnosis
to millions
it streaks my
'natural complexion'
but it feels
too good
to stop
see my platinum
pendulum
keep to the
time of my hips
as they rock
to the rhythm
of my success
and music's
demise
i don't care about
music
it's all about
the price tag
and i see myself
in you
in all of
you
we share
an interest
in materials
we are all
magpies
you are
no different
from me
and soon
your eyes
will become as
black as Cole
like mine
i am a musician
worship me
i am success
worship me
i am
hedonism
i make myself
feel good
i am sex
watch me
fuck you
pay to get fucked by me
I'm great
I'm loud
I'm so loud i can
be heard
on every mp3
every TV
in every club
on every radio
around the world
pay to get
fucked on i -
tunes
sensory over
blow my load on
stage
head rocks
back, eyes
close
over
the crowd love it
my orgasm
is the collapse
of culture
watch it all
plummet
like hailstone
watch me dance
in the destruction
under my umbrella
you'll all go GaGa
for my new 'song'
in stores Monday
Forever yours
Forever your goddess
Forever you're
mine
lick the heel
let my words
penetrate
your bodies
you're wetness
feels delightful
you want me
don't you?
of course you do
why wouldn't you?
i am
bigger than
Jesus, Simon told
me so much that i never
knew
I am his
creation.
Pop Culture Darling
i'm Pop Culture
Darling
I am created,
i am all
production
become lost
in the seduction
of this production
as the DJ
drops the pin
on the latest
chart topper
panty dropper
get naked
wrap your legs
around your speakers
let my number 1
vibrate through
you
ride
me
my tongue laps
at your body
mind
through
the sound
corrupts
you
so good
so good
grind my sound system
just like you've
seen me do
on MTV
Like this
Like that
Like this
Like that
Just
Like
That
There it feels
good doesn't it
pet?
Bad
For your
Heads
Hearts
Minds
Homes
Schools
Cities
Worlds
My words
course through
art
(eries)
veins
honeyed
venom
bad thoughts, catchy tracks
from a fish hook
mind
catch you on
the bated lines
dripping the vibrant
scent
of rebellion
seductive to a touch
but is lava beneath
it's
cool
polished
complexion
feel your flesh stick
to it
try to pull your fingertips
back my words
hang on
your mind
hangs on
I am not
right
not wrong
i am somewhere in
between you and i
we are together
we see things
they'll ever see
you and i
are gonna live
forever
if u buy my new record
you will be with me always
if
you buy my new
record your love
for my hook
as it sticks in
your mind
tears your cheek to
tatters
post it
post your love
on youtube
and i will love you
come to my show
and i will show you
love me
as i love myself
on stage
wear shades
all of you wear shades
so i may use your eyes
as mirrors of my success
run my hands across my
flesh
touch, rub, feel my
moisture between
my tighs
wrapped in lycra
beads at first
then turn to streams
as i chant
autotuned hypnosis
to millions
it streaks my
'natural complexion'
but it feels
too good
to stop
see my platinum
pendulum
keep to the
time of my hips
as they rock
to the rhythm
of my success
and music's
demise
i don't care about
music
it's all about
the price tag
and i see myself
in you
in all of
you
we share
an interest
in materials
we are all
magpies
you are
no different
from me
and soon
your eyes
will become as
black as Cole
like mine
i am a musician
worship me
i am success
worship me
i am
hedonism
i make myself
feel good
i am sex
watch me
fuck you
pay to get fucked by me
I'm great
I'm loud
I'm so loud i can
be heard
on every mp3
every TV
in every club
on every radio
around the world
pay to get
fucked on i -
tunes
sensory over
blow my load on
stage
head rocks
back, eyes
close
over
the crowd love it
my orgasm
is the collapse
of culture
watch it all
plummet
like hailstone
watch me dance
in the destruction
under my umbrella
you'll all go GaGa
for my new 'song'
in stores Monday
Forever yours
Forever your goddess
Forever you're
mine
lick the heel
let my words
penetrate
your bodies
you're wetness
feels delightful
you want me
don't you?
of course you do
why wouldn't you?
i am
bigger than
Jesus, Simon told
me so much that i never
knew
I am his
creation.
Pop Culture Darling
i'm Pop Culture
Darling
I am created,
i am all
production
become lost
in the seduction
of this production
as the DJ
drops the pin
on the latest
chart topper
panty dropper
get naked
wrap your legs
around your speakers
let my number 1
vibrate through
you
ride
me
my tongue laps
at your body
mind
through
the sound
corrupts
you
so good
so good
grind my sound system
just like you've
seen me do
on MTV
Like this
Like that
Like this
Like that
Just
Like
That
There it feels
good doesn't it
pet?
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