Disaster Of These Times

Disaster Of These Times
© Surazeus
2026 10 09

With serpentine runes of atomic truth, 
I chronicle disaster of these times, 
depicting how King Midas steals and lies 
to wreck democracy with claws of greed, 
so we desert grand city of gold towers 
and cross the waste land without wings of faith. 

With nothing but guitar and book of dreams, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
in solemn hymns of passionate despair 
that satirize grand heroes of our age 
who prop dictator with his tin-pot hat 
so he can strut and call himself great king. 

With crackling radio in basement den, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
through frantic cartoons of brave disrespect 
for lords and ladies in the castle court 
who plot to enslave millions of lost souls 
to work for nothing in their factories. 

With magic wand carved from telephone pole, 
I chronicle disaster of these times, 
presenting ancient gods of bogus myths 
as spirits that possess ambitious men 
with poisoned energy of selfish greed 
that cracks foundation of our world empire. 

With oar of wisdom in the boat of dream, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
through blateration of ephemeral truth 
which I deal with jokes to perendinate 
commission of Death to eradicate 
precious treasure of apricity. 

With laurels Fame shackles around my head, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
through interlocking formulas of faith 
contrived by preachers to scam humble fools 
who purchase timeshares to the Afterlife 
that they can never use in this sad life. 

With psychic camera of the holy lamb, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
when I transfer my brain to robot skull 
replacing old withered body of flesh 
with android chassis of smooth polished steel 
so I can rule the world as Machine God. 

With writhing dragon of my honest heart, 
I chronicle disaster of these times 
by dancing wildly in the acid rain 
that swells my sponge brain huge as the White Whale 
so I swim deep in abyss of lost time, 
then lounge relaxed on beach of broken ships.