Watching The Voyeurs (Song Lyric) Poem by Garry Stanton

I woke up in the morning I was Jesus
Sweating in the darkness, was I God?
Imagining salvation could be with us
Delivered by the Cosmic Lightning Rod

I am dreaming I could be you or another
Will you turn into one who may be me?
Eggman, Beggarman, politician thief
Serve yourself now, there is nobody free

Big Brother be kind to mother, alleged celebrity.

Couch potato reading Plato, not in this life
Faux-authentic degeneration game
Decomposing cuddly toys
more business for the boys
In the Charnel House of FAME.

Satan peers through the prism.

Supermodel Hansel Gretel face it Wildenbeest
Accepting nature’s gifts, merely to destroy
Tabloid Redtop Polyglottal mash
Cain and Abel
Throw toys from the pram

The darkness is our friend.

Cashback Abstract Arabstrap
Give the starving hordes a Bone
Written on their spirits a sad song
At the parish gates, alone.

Species on the dance floor
What do you need money for?
Watching the voyeur, watching the voyeur watching
The voyeur, watching the voyeurs watching.

Species on the dance floor
What do we need community for?
Watching the voyeurs watching..