Bio Note: I am a writer and editor, and the former co-publisher and editor-in-chief of Mondo 2000 magazine. I’m author or coauthor of several books including Design For Dying with Timothy Leary, Counterculture Through The Ages: From Abraham to Acid House and How To Mutate & Take Over The World. I’ve recorded music with Party Dogs, SLT, Mondo Vanilli & R.U. Sirius & Phr!endz.
Idiocracy (The Documentary)
And the idiots rose up against The Farrow and cried Tore off their masks and roared “Let my people die!” And the Orange Messiah passed out pills and bleach And everyone agreed “great again” was within reach And they came with their guns And even some with hair buns And all the Karens and Jaspers Were cheering from the rafters And some nebbishy patricians Were signing their petitions To please their voter base By appealing to their race And as they caught and spread infection Orange Messiah canceled the election And called the idiots to insurrections Promised free Cheetos and police protection And so the virus spread and spread Until there were millions dead And all the supply chains collapsed in dread And couldn’t get the people fed And that was just the early crisis Idiocracy spread just like the virus To every corner of the earth And every nation sputtered and lurched And the idiots rose up against the Farrow and cried Tore off their masks and roared “Let my people die!” And the Orange Messiah passed out pills and bleach And everyone agreed “great again” was within reach So kiss farewell to the well-mannered plutocracy And wave hello to the global Idiocracy
Where Have All The Hipsters Gone?
When you're young you represent When you're older body pain Ancient corpulent madonnas Try to tap into your brain What I need is Beatle boots And a jaunty little hat All I want is one last toot And to seem a groovy cat Where have all the hipsters gone? Real hipsters every one Digging Miles illicit smiles High at all of Lenny's trials Real hipsters way back then Type of hipsters started trends Then ignored the hoi polloi Type of hipsters brought the joy Not your Marin mothers’ hipsters True Lord Buckley language flippers Not your well kept beard and stash Maybe drunken trailer trash Didn't need no damned tattoos Didn't need no fashion rules One if by madness two by pain Weren’t no pose and weren’t no game
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