God's havin' a laugh

God's havin' a laugh
at my expense
he's selling temptation
sittin' on the fence

God's havin' a laugh
pushin' joy my way
then snatching it back
without my say

God's havin' a laugh
makin' morality a choice
asking the questions
in an obscure voice

God's havin' a laugh
when he gets an answer
the questions multiply
each choice is a cancer

God's havin' a laugh
never heeding my pain
each time I get healed
the world cuts again

God's havin' a laugh
making all my dreams
incredible nights
before daytime screams

God's havin' a laugh
and I wonder why
if it makes him so happy
to see me cry

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Well fuck you God
my life is my own
I'll make my mistakes
but you won't bring me down

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God's havin' a laugh
and when we meet
I'll tell him so
as I take up his seat

And when next you feel
God's havin' a lark
look to the heavens
and praise be to Mark!

Mark Playful - 15 years, 11 months, 27 days ago

Drones

so how do you humans feel?
with all your taboos and mores?
the only way you tend to rebel
is against the natural laws
you scurry around like ants
in your meaningless little lives
decorating homes to the latest fad
turning your estates into hives
conforming with your every move
dressing blandly to your peers
clustering in mindless flocks
no actions to mirror your fears
blind you are to your insect plight
numb in your coccooned pride
berating the few individuals
as the god takes you all for a ride
so you turn against the chosen few
hating that which you can't understand
that we few are truly alive
not head-buried in the sand!

Mark Playful - 15 years, 11 months, 27 days ago

Parental Guidance

They seek their own rewards
All fairytales misbelieved
Yet their thoughts are iron shackles
Young freedoms left bereaved

Insular and full of stories
Woven from threads of yore
Profound in minor pieces
Hidden deep beneath the bore

Routines their only worship
By week by day by hour
Dullness a primary weapon
From which their progeny cower

Parents work and play at play
Make rules for their own reward.
Use every dependant to satisfy self
And then every slight is stored

Seeking ever deeper guilt
And happy ever afters
No wonder so many offspring
End hanging from the rafters

Mark Playful - 15 years, 11 months, 27 days ago

We Covenned few.

We that sin can never see,
carry hates and pay no fee.
Snug within our ivory towers,
betrayal primary of our powers.

We the singers of selective ears,
discordance a problem for others fears.
Closeted in our so virtuous frame,
making the rules to suit our game

We covenned few that sit and plot,
enslave the meek to improve our lot.
Judge and jury to our chosen prey,
torment to hold the betters at bay.

We popular stars of our self belief,
see naught of evil inflicted grief.
Imagining we know of all our dreams,
imagining this the heaven it seems.

We puerile filth that stain your life,
satanic vermin more than rife.
Drink your hopes with drunken glee,
and swallow fast the love we see.

Mark Playful - 15 years, 11 months, 27 days ago

Cosmic Baby

blue shift baby ...
(and yeah ya hate the baby...)
drifting closer in my dreamscape sky

cosmic your intellectual smile
(ya know don't you)
the gravity of this situation
bending our particular light
until we meet in singularity
and then no escape
and time stands still
(for this peter pan)

red shift baby ...
(it's only a word ... fond ...)
and the world can go away

cosmic we can just float
(and can i be your satellite)
to circle for eons your attractive body
elliptic in my adoration
brushing gently your influences
will ya see me there?
will you look up to me in the cool night
(step away from the fire)

big bang baby
(end or beginning)
don't fuck einstein ... fuck me!


Mark Playful - 16 years, 7 months, 22 days ago