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