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POETRY MOVIE: Morbid Deceiver, by Bob Mazzei

Written by Bob Mazzei

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Visual Design & Editor: Kimberly Villarruel

Narrator: Matt Barnes

Poetry Reading: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei

Performed by Val Cole

Read Poetry: Morbid Deceiver, by Bob Mazzei

Oh morbid deceiver, speak of you this day

Don’t ladies look so dazed, keep yer grief at bay

So you noble gentlemen, of unnatural brave wives

Lots of wrongs for you, to do throughout your lives

You people on the bastions carrying burning weights

Reaping wheat afield, water cliff, cuts and waits

You brides to count for hours in full turquoise stay

In clotted haze to toil, the servant can’t say nay

Afflicted creatures’ pain to world you sadly take

The worm to kings impresses its badge and its sake

To You the pure breath that the world redeems

Be humankind obliged and blessed be your dreams

Let the guts be wrung, to such a tyrant so cruel

His lying tongue the Human will finally clog and rule

To this universal mockery, slayer asking glory

For indelibly inking with quantity any story

I address now my scorn, right away, I will not bilk

False treasurer your sweat he sucks like a milk

Ay, Lions he starts to dance on the sheep cot

Obsessed like a God by severe laws to rot

You care not of the slave, struck all of a heap

Since his idler master, you can buy dirt-cheap

So that their limbs and bones, you may both swell

By contempt and disdain, and more of your own spell

You to garnish lights of dawn and dusk alike

Out of foamy pride, yet you beguile and spike

Award to weak a power, and memory to the dead

Your vindictive justice for those who haven’t fled

You sink bravery for ungrateful won’t be still

Your bent lovers to kiss you oh dear being of thrill

Ill or the pits you state any life ought to live

Be your sword the canon to reign and to sieve

The Greek artillery in the desert you do murk

And there, the Roman authority religiously lurk

So that ruthlessly the deep night it may cast

And blind the dreamer who dared the cave leave fast

The refined you lead to their glorious grandeur

And hedonist boors to rude craze de rigueur

Ah, You banish the tempter, of war is fond your brood

Your fools and you to rag the earth, way wild and lewd

Warn folks beware at glancing over beyond the town

The gang of thugs at court would make your time drown

Bliss to forgoers, they deserve your abundance

Lo, mercy, peace, and your holy alliance

Human or inhuman, real or unreal? Ah, crowd

Let it have shining abode or macabre shroud

At the fine sewer of civil culture you commend

That the furious plebs want to make it end

Ah, unmindful and insolent, they are to scoff

Let ‘em fall in hands of the austere well-off

Oh, liberal father, fair torment be their luck

Crawling sly king, into the eternal’s gown ye tuck

Yet in a charming daybreak when all chains will go untie

Next to shark gods be left to share grave and woe… Goodbye

Genre: Philosophical, Political.

By Bob Mazzei

Site: punkia.com (my column called The Future Inn)

Twitter: @bomazzei

Read Poetry: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei

Morbid Deceiver

Oh morbid deceiver, speak of you this day
Don’t ladies look so dazed, keep yer grief at bay
So you noble gentlemen, of unnatural brave wives
Lots of wrongs for you, to do throughout your lives
You people on the bastions carrying burning weights
Reaping wheat afield, water cliff, cuts and waits
You brides to count for hours in full turquoise stay
In clotted haze to toil, the servant can’t say nay
Afflicted creatures’ pain to world you sadly take
The worm to kings impresses its badge and its sake
To You the pure breath that the world redeems
Be humankind obliged and blessed be your dreams
Let the guts be wrung, to such a tyrant so cruel
His lying tongue the Human will finally clog and rule
To this universal mockery, slayer asking glory
For indelibly inking with quantity any story
I address now my scorn, right away, I will not bilk
False treasurer your sweat he sucks like a milk
Ay, Lions he starts to dance on the sheep cot
Obsessed like a God by severe laws to rot
You care not of the slave, struck all of a heap
Since his idler master, you can buy dirt-cheap
So that their limbs and bones, you may both swell
By contempt and disdain, and more of your own spell
You to garnish lights of dawn and dusk alike
Out of foamy pride, yet you beguile and spike
Award to weak a power, and memory to the dead
Your vindictive justice for those who haven’t fled
You sink bravery for ungrateful won’t be still
Your bent lovers to kiss you oh dear being of thrill
Ill or the pits you state any life ought to live
Be your sword the canon to reign and to sieve
The Greek artillery in the desert you do murk
And there, the Roman authority religiously lurk
So that ruthlessly the deep night it may cast
And blind the dreamer who dared the cave leave fast
The refined you lead to their glorious grandeur
And hedonist boors to rude craze de rigueur
Ah, You banish the tempter, of war is fond your brood
Your fools and you to rag the earth, way wild and lewd
Warn folks beware at glancing over beyond the town
The gang of thugs at court would make your time drown
Bliss to forgoers, they deserve your abundance
Lo, mercy, peace, and your holy alliance
Human or inhuman, real or unreal? Ah, crowd
Let it have shining abode or macabre shroud
At the fine sewer of civil culture you commend
That the furious plebs want to make it end
Ah, unmindful and insolent, they are to scoff
Let ‘em fall in hands of the austere well-off
Oh, liberal father, fair torment be their luck
Crawling sly king, into the eternal’s gown ye tuck
Yet in a charming daybreak when all chains will go untie
Next to shark gods be left to share grave and woe… Goodbye

Genre: Philosophical, Political.

Site: punkia.com (my column called The Future Inn)

Twitter: @bomazzei