another poem filched from christnet.poetry with only four words changed
From: iPRONO <nenslo@subgenius.com>
The SubGenius Express
Jump on board respond to the cry
You're no longer under parental eye
Where words of love couch a desire to control
They want you to conform they want you to enrol
In their neat little club where they're all made of plastic
Isn't it delightful isn't it fantastic
The train's just pulled in I've saved you a seat
This is one journey you'll have to repeat
With me it's first class all the way
Enjoy the free ride for next time you pay
Follow the tracks and enjoy the view
Listen to the rhythm as it overwhelms you
Your life up to now has been neat little pictures
A photograph album of permanent fixtures
But as the train gathers speed ignoring the signals
Satanic choirs begin singing from damnation's hymnals
The next snap in your album is totally surreal
A will that is broken and impossible to heal
Your id is unlocked from its sub-conscience cell
The picture it's painting is a landscape of hell
Where Nenslo's images grow legs and walk
They scream in your ears as your spirit they stalk
You're trapped in a train on a one-way track
You're bound for the reaper and there's no turning back
You squirm and you tremble and cry out in pain
But you'll never ride back to normality again
With a promise of pleasure I've hooked into your soul
Your name has been written on "Bob's" dark scroll
As we rush into a tunnel with no light at the end
You've no need to worry as I'm your best friend
And to prove it I'll give you that one frappy hit
The one that will send you right into the pit
Your family and friends will grieve now you're gone
They'll fondly remember how once your light shone
Passing over the fact that you died hopelessly lost
Living for the moment and never counting the cost
When will these fools realise the truth of it all?
I'll keep them distracted I'll give em' a ball
Now who will be next to take a ride with me?
It'll cost you nothing the first time it's free.
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R.J. Dibbs by Rev. Freeman