#65 Centrefold

As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.


Centrefold sexy

Magazine queen

Thinks subjects are loyal to more than just the media dream

But you’re presiding over a murder capital

So you ain’t more than a wench

Hollywood siren

Shoulda done more to clench the stench


Ain’t it fucking rad you can go about doing what you do

What’s another subject

If the army’s loyal to the rule

So you’ll kill the mics and take control of the billboards

Taking charge of icebergs

To stick it to your prisoners

Wicked filth cabinet

You disgust me

If only you blues new red

You wouldn’t fucking touch me


What’s freedom to a kid who can’t put bread in his mouth

Butter is a luxury but you’re too high

To find out

So you’re armed with your missiles and batons

And your typewriter factories

Your photographers know what to frame

And the photo shops know what to tint

Stand down the revolution will be notarised

By homemade masks and weapons

And words so powerful you ill fear even the homonyms

The dictionary will never break you again like it will this time round

Ink has never grown as sharp as it has now

So come up with your swords and try to duel

We thought we could reason with beasts

Fuck me for being wrong


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