Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Funkers1"
LIARS, fools and Funkers, on this Carnivale evening, all selling/promising DOOM unless U believe their YELL, Story or Creed, under-lined with a Subscription to their Tailor, the Devil, the one who dresses Argument with MORE Greed?... I've seen it before. A Shit Constancy! I will see it too, U too, along the Road: Fashion's HELL, and there/its decay? Left or Right, turn: Booga-woogie! Only Mortals go to Hell? And only HELL goes to Mortals!
Ask any Angel?
LIARS, Tyrants & FUNKERS, with swords made of Charcoal; remnants of their SAD upbringing, a Pissed-Off Life, now YOURS to share?...in a Skeletal Constitution of a brand new here and now?
A tragic-Comedy, a Tomorrow, played out upon the brows of the Ignorant and Needy?
Ask any Angel? A Facebook "Selfie!?", Yet WHO, or what within U...creates or invites the Usurper?
HEAR US O' LORD, in Heaven thy dwelling place? The LOST, the NEW-found, UN-found, or My Soul or Yours? -to tumble into some Funker's living death, Black Poetry, UN-decayed, but Dead - and to attract future Neophytes? - and/ or , with Time and lack of perseverance: Only to find...the Angels are Silent? And the Funkers rule?
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca,Sicily,Italia.
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