Dry Butterfly

Dry
Leary
Vaccinated
Vaccancy
Mountains move mobile
Magistrate
The herd
Tends toward
Heredity
Brain shocks
Short violent
Obsolete
Obstacles
Grasp the country like wine
We all die
Factors differ
The soul's
Path
Pledges no pledges
Whether time plays
However life strays
The punchline portions out
Pain, deeds, disorientation
The same, sameness scares
Social butterfly allegiance

Makin' This

Makin' this
Place
Dismal
Like
Jelly crossed
Romantic
Affiliates
Who prefer
To
Plague
The social
Sciences
Because
Our righteousness
Is
But a farce
Never made much
Sense, less
There be a blindness
To Mock & Confirm

Social Dirt Love

Dirt love
Heart shaped
Computerized
Thoughts not spoken
Rarely
Medium well
Taste the spit supplied
By our only
Father/Pope
Love dirt
In the soil secrets are buried
Rare-ly
Does the pain speak
To Saints (!)
(pushed your ass against steel dumpsters.)
The social part of life
Only mimics networks
Of once great
Civilizations
Dirty fate awaits
While we go on living
Living and supplying
The world with fascism
Gotta' legalize our-selves before
Anything else!