Ode of the Cog

They say that time heals all things

They say you can always forget

But the smiles and the tears across the years

They twist my heartstrings yet

She's beautiful

It's clear

I've thought things that have sealed my fate

To think in the first place is folly

By the time it's been done, it's too late

But there are immutabilities in this world

Facts, impossible to be changed later

And so, if thought itself is death

Why not set pen to paper?

To the future, or to the past. To a time when thought is free

I - we - the dead act as your omen. Salutations! Greetings!

You've already granted me my existence; one truth, so please allow me one more

Please. Oh God, please do still accept that two plus two is four

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's

Rewrite the past till the truth cannot last

She is my constant, my truth

My sole reprieve

From the onslaught of bullshit that bastard Big Brother's

Been belittling me to believe

She's a disease to the Party

A blight

A slut

Corrupt to the core

I scarcely think I could ever love her more

Julia, she's smarter than I

She knows just as well, we are not here

We don't exist, we've been struck from this list

Under the boot, our very life is smeared

But if I could just put out one truth

So that the rains of hope could once more pour

The elden could ingrain in the youth of the future

That two plus two is four

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's

You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's

When will you pay me? Say the bells of St. Bailey's

When God's head is hauled, say the bells of St. Paul's

But God knows God's dead, said the voice in your head

I recognized that voice, though I'd not before heard what he said

Here comes a candle to light you to bed

And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!

They can't get to your heart

WAR IS PEACE

The law of gravity is nonsense

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

Do you know how long you've been here?

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?

Four

No. How many fingers, please?

Four... Four! What else could I say?

Room 101

Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me

The chestnuts fall like autumn leaves

The chestnut toils. The chestnut breathes

The Chestnut hosts me. The barman loathes

One cup of gin. Three dashes of cloves

The bullet is coming. The gun's already shot

I thought that they would lose. They will not

But as the bullet hits my head, in one brief moment of lucidity

Merely seconds before my corpse-to-be hits the floor

My subconscious, nearly dead, clings to one last chance at Victory

Just as those cigarettes whose stench clings to the whore

It's simple, what's been said cannot rewrite our human history

Our lives, our deaths, our fights, our pains, our wars

And so, under my final breath, knowing full well there's none to listen to me

I utter

Two plus two is five

Five

Five

Five

Five?

Or is that what you want to hear?

Well too bad, swine, the end is near

Our passion breeds dissension

Perhaps in a thousand years

The meek will rise to the tune of a tide

That washes clean this veneer

The waters of truth will run through you

The waters of truth will run clear

You think that a rat like you can scare me

With threats of your own kind?

I may not be the smoothest cog in the machine

But I'm sure not fucking blind

I am thought

I'm the prole

I'm the attack

I'm the rebellion

I'm the whore

And as the lights in my eyes fade to black

I'll scream

TWO PLUS TWO IS FOUR

Look. I hate purity

I hate goodness

I don't want virtue to exist anywhere

I want everyone corrupt

Well, I ought to suit you

I'm corrupt to the core