The Ballad of the Motor Demon

Motor demon slashing by...

Why do you make the babies cry?...

Without care for when or why...

Pissing out your gas and sloppy semen...

See you sometimes in the threads of daylight...

Unshaven bygone pirate of a dead and buried age...

I do admire your fire and meat cleaver mentality

On the prowl for freedom from the normal hype...

Is anyone who walks or drives a modern rig

Just fodder for your will to burn it to the ground?...

All of the breathing, and alive in this time

Are we dead flowers in an insect infested urn?...

Motor demon slashing by...

Why do you make the babies cry?...

Without care for when or why...

Pissing out your gas and sloppy semen...

Every persuasion has it's flaws...

From 'The American Dream'...

To the latest flash mob...

From Hitler's Germany

To the Hell's Angel's;

We're all breathing down each

other's backs in different shifts

Like we know the world's secrets,

When no one knows a damn thing

Except how to boorishly shove

Their individualism down the next hopeless

Bystanders throat until they choke...

Motor demon slashing by...

Why do you make the babies cry?...

Without care for when or why...

Pissing out your gas and sloppy semen...

Why can't we meet both ways

And fight this fight together?...

I like your fury for the modern age,

And long for the winds of change to pelt my skin

As I go riding down at a hundred miles an hour either

Beside you or behind your Horse of the Apocalypse...

Why do you seem so eternally lonely,

Like your sunset's in the can

And the next get off will be a crash

That we both can't walk away from?...

...Where the future and the past

Become an amalgam for the present...

I'm already wincing from your absence

As you desperately remind us

Of your existence in the pocket...

Praying you'll make it through the mill...

Bunny Villaire

6/21/23