Luyện nghe bài hát Self Evident

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us people are poems
90% metaphor
with a of meaning
approaching
and once a time
we moonshine
rushing down the throat of a
yes, down the long hallway
despite the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the stairs
with the of eternity
fermented and
to minutes
burning down our
down the
the stairs
in a so tall
that it will be there
yes, part of a pair
on the bow of Noah's ark
the most prestigious
just kickin parked
against a blue sky
on a beatific
in its Indian breeze
on the day that
fell to its
strutting around for a century
without thank you
or

and the shock was
and the was deafening
between the and the punch line
'cause we all on time for work that day
we all that plane for to fly
and then while the fires raging
we all up on the windowsill
and then we all hands
and into the sky

and every borough up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was surpassed
and the exodus by foot and motorcar
looked more war than anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so and ingenious
a poetic so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was dumb and stumbling
'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the
keep the
keep and every TV
that's trying to convince me
to
in prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
retribution
even as the blue smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still in the air
and ash on our shoes
and ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every
from hell's kitchen to
and the streets are full of
sudden and near misses
and soon every bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly disasters
and the whiskey is
like never
as all the country
folks just shake their
and

so here's a toast to all the folks who in Palestine

El

a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the cold gaze of mt. Rushmore

here's a toast to all nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a
who stand down a threat the size of City
just to listen to a woman's voice

a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their
to peace in the form of a dream

'cause take our playstations
and we are a third world
under the of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval and that phony election
I
it take a weatherman
to around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida,
and boy did he

and we these truths to be self evident:
#1 W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a democracy
#3 the media is not me
I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so
I'm out over my whole human family
and I'm raising my in a toast

here's to our last of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this
shoo away the swarms of commuter
and find that ticket we lost
'cause once upon a time the followed the river
and peeked all the backyards
and the was waving
the graffiti was us
brick walls and bridges
we were rolling ridges
valleys
under
I dream of like Duke Ellington
in my own car
I dream of on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with
and then standing out on the
and the air on my face

give back the night its distant
give the back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger
and how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a is waiting there
so time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and the air
get our to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone desert
put it in its pants
and the hypocritical chants of
forever

'cause when one lone rang
in two and one
at ten nine
on one one
is the number we all called
when that lone rang right off the wall
off our desk and down the long hall
down the stairs
in a so tall
that the whole world
to watch it fall

and while at it
remember the first time
the
the truck?
the garage?
the princess that didn't feel the pea?
remember joking in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their
following a fantastical of the New York skyline?!

it was a joke, of
it was a
at the
and was just a few years ago
so let the record
that the FBI was all that case
that the was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping scene

the CIA
or is it
committing countless against humanity
this kind of eventuality
as its
for after expensive abuse
and it didn't a clue
look, another window to see
way up
on the floor

key
another
10%
90%
3000 some poems as people
on an almost too day
must be than poems
in some asshole's play
so now your job
and my job
to make it way
to sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby
the train?