The Mythos of the Weblog Defined As For Certain Persons Beware The Find

Paranormal Paranoid Paratrooper’s Parapsychology Bind

When will you find
That what might define
One person’s deaf mind
In one situation unkind
Then in another story mine
Will also define time sublime
As the way to correct of
What ever it then was
They had harmed our mind’s by
In obedience demanded without feeling right
But for reason of lies
So let my work straighten them out for might
We all then sleep better tonight

So when reading this weblog
Of what about my words be
It’ll be easy to imagine
There are things wrong with me
So let me correct up
Up front here to see
You yourself might not need
Fall afoul of the bleed

If my words absurd
Are what Nazis heard
More likely saw as their own
Reflection they’ve grown
Into delusions
About whose side who is on
Be their very own strategy
This reflected back to them upon

For it’s the Nazis among
Australian organised crime blundering
Who imagined that if
They use words as turds
Portraying my own as absurd
Walking along in their own money song
That perhaps they’d get away with
Their Nazi reputations blamed upon me
Might they not have realised
That such a deluded device
Had no social category
Spliced

The meaning is changing
And economy thus naming
Itself as the culprit
For that I will tell of it
In money’s words
Not normally heard
Might I be realised
Of Islam’s idea wise

While if what seems wrong
With me be the song
Of drug users knowledge
Why who do you think it first came from
When by homeopathic medicines long
And to regain my health swallowed
Might my own dreams now well follow
Along with the consciousness of
What opiates pattern
Brain waves cause splattered
Never in my life without
Avoiding the illicit touts

And what is this I’ve traced
In my own dinner not laced
Yet among them who first stole from
Some future they knew not was
To belong to that is
Any of them who wished
That I myself had to be made to seem wrong

To become able to cause of
Yet never so wrong as
To have taken money from
The fellows whose lives to
This my own song
Never upon
What Mark
Chris Spencer Smart
Might have too long told lies to police of
While the worst lie
Was sold by
Not that I
But in Revelations to find
The way paved along
To the tune of Jesus song

In which one day I awoke
To realise the yoke
Of the voice inside
By Babylon find
And if you decide
To help bear with such price
The short phrases that say
Who to money doth play
Will all one day
Steer the same way
Towards every profit becoming
The most overt evidence belonging
To the end of the capitalist
Mode of production

For when any capitalist economy
Is too strongly flourishing
Are prostitutes paid in
The lowest of wages
While when economic crisis the stage
Why prostitutes do demand of
Far higher pay
And how you will know when
Money’s dreams are the right one
To plant seeds of a revolution long begun
Will be that by Babylon
No money sings with racism
Be why so admired upon

So when the fall that
Somebody had to take to make from
Crosses you own story life long
Remember right
Left wing the ring which
In all real culture is
That never in future quiet
The failure to protect children
As has been but for
The cause of Babylon

Those who sought to blame riches upon
All in hell on Earth that’s gone wrong
But by blaming have pursued causing further of
While for me has my game been strong
By biological propensity long
Genealogical forecasts evidence in forfeit
Of worldwide Diaspora wide spread
Never longer the sentence well fed

Might this neat bind
For comprehension of mine
Never belie
The truth of why
But caught are many thieves who
Stole out into the night
In Ali Baba’s guise
But without his plight
And never fully stolen
Could be what is growing
Upon indigenous story well known
Will one day the best man take the throne