Plato Barnes

[saw]

been crawling through the archives...here's a little ditty from 2005


Plato Barnes
my friend the prophet is well respected in the 7-11 nation
before his parking lot lectures and testimonials he practices
the ancient ceremonial ritual of loading up on the comfort food
of the gods....the essence of all creative thought and wisdom

Kit Kats, Cheetos, and Jolt Cola to shock his waiting receptors
stimulating "the knowledge " and creating infinite enlightenment
and oneness with the Great Father, Junkfoodonis,
The Explainer....the imparter of mystical answers

the local crack dealer tells my friend that he thinks it's unfair
that he can't have a storefront and posted hours of operation
like the convenience store, hell...there's a Mini Mart every 4 blocks
and it's killing his business and he's tired of the discrimination

As always my friend had the pearl of wisdom
if the government allowed that, then the pimps would insist
on deducting the dry cleaning bills for their mink coats
and the whole fucking economy would spin off its fucking axis

[mnaz]

All these branching sub-economies of consciousness, it's hard to follow them all (never quite will).

The Great Father Junkfoodonis. Omnipresent in the Great Junkfood Empire. Been running into Him for most of my life. Plato understood this place well.

[the mingo]

The chipmunks want their own parking spaces too - the world being round and difficult to cope with