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