by Travis Mateer
In lieu of a new podcast episode of Zoom Chron, here is a poem/song I recorded earlier today. Lyrics below. Enjoy!
the give-a-shit for God grift hop on horse, helmet shines Lancelot takes alley shifts jousting hard for maiden time shits to give, you helpless waif crunch like godly cracker bones crooked trees are really safe you'll never, EVER be alone questioning makes Jesus sad blind obedience, that's our jam digging gardens for hold dad makes him happy as a clam but digging into closet space? you must be holding Satan's hand to smite you would be such a waste no, we're forming other plans taskforce, Governor, hotlines, schools we can flex where money's weak gonzo pens and mocking screens are aberrations we seek to tweak unless the guts of spineless yes turns from jelly into steel our hatrack will have masks and vests and LOTS of marketing sex appeal