“Hell King”

Step on up into the straight

turn back the clock if you can

walk backward toward your fate

look for happiness in a garbage can

envision the mind of your personal fuhrer

see if you imagine some type of future

rush inside his mind of sinister charity

enchant yourself with the death of western insincerity

tour the White House of your dreams

stay hidden inside a clouded hope

recall the smiles of long gone lovers

excused by the insecurity of others

hail to the fuhrer, bow to King Chicken

kissing his ass will make the plot thicken

sail with me down our lonely teardrops

lock yourself in your store of   fearshops 

are you enjoying this sad fairytale

we drifted to with our battered sails

see how they fight when they meet

loathing each other with smiles as they greet

step up people the show is to begin

freaks are here within the din

you’ve seen the straight and yesterday’s race

step on up and  watch our emperor fall flat on his face.

© Sam Hyde

     11-26-67