Triumphant

I look to the sky in expectation
To see the elect infect a nation
There'll be no more sorrow,
No need to beg, steal, or borrow
No vague feelings of I'll feed the poor tomorrow
No getting on your knees cuz you need to score bro.
No diseases, no leases, no fees, just peace it's
A dream it seems, a delinquent delusion we doubt
Linked to infrequent intrusions of hope,
That went out with illusions of an infallible pope.
We're not malleable nope
Now we'll stand here in confusion of grandeur
And we're grandstanding demanding the grand jury
Hurry and acquit us and our acquaintances
It's just quaint ain't it …
how we're certain it's not hurtin anyone
When we quit caring, and sit staring at stars,
I admit it's quite daring stretch darling
but we might be rich seein how far a wretch will reach to catch a farthing
leave them starving, but I perceive a starling
warbling about a marvelous marble bridge
at the edge of these troubled waters,
and a table of vegetables for our feeble daughters.

It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant
I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant
Raised in a blaze by the last days trumpet
to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2)

We're not over the hump yet,
I've seen my fair share of lumps and get stumped
by these presumptuous punks who pump themselves full of junk,
and jump at a chance to have their advanced adjunct faculties sunk
in facile activities, we lay docile in our domicile facilities,
I can't even smile at our simplicity,
Cuz we're all implicitly a part of the illicit system
Of a down syndrome, drones sin in droves,
It almost drove me to despair,
But then I rose to repair the disparity,
With power of the rose of Sharon
Who arose that we might share in the hour of Chardonnay
Pardon me but may pour you a glass of wine
Re-fashioned from the fine shards of the cup of sorrow shattered
When all whining is scattered by the grapes of wrath,
I'm battered and scrape along the path
Till all hate is past, these apes state I'm mad,
say my mindstate's a fad,
Don't make me laugh last
Lest next semester your sequestered
And fester in the lake with the rest of the fakin jesters
… Incestuous molesters, pesters, false confessors, greedy investors, embezzlers.


It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant
I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant
Raised in a blaze by the last days trumpet
to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2)