Empty Words
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Empty words splayed on a cover of a magazine,
a sexy exhibition refined to define your time.
Appealing to the lust and envy of mind…
Hey Mister, gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime!

Poets of commercial and priests of profit, golden politicians
painting gray mornings with the red of glorious dawn.
Follow these empty words they’re so bright and shiny.
The words are clean, the words are mean, entertainingly obscene.
Empty words absorbing empty minds, supple flesh caressed and
sexed with contention, empty words laced with desire.
Shockingly numb, mind bogglingly dumb … oh what fun!
Hey Mister, gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime!

The world is upside down, the moon is wearing a frown,
for a nickel we’ll expose the queen, you won’t believe where she
wears her crown. Dimes will list the crimes of enemies of the state.
For a quarter our empty words will sex up the pole and gyrate.

Gotta quarter, gotta nickel, gotta dime?
Empty words filling your plate.
Still hungry to fullfill your dreams?
I got your empty words… ya just got to swallow the cream.

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