i wrote more meg, what u think

My soul could beat up your soul
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.

Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.

You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!

(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough

Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.

Meg: But God!!!!

Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love. Just but an extra 5 in the offering and I will be happy to help u! Gods got to eat.

(A little kid and his/her mom. Mom is preoccupied with herself, child is trying to get some play time)
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly and go to the moon, cause its a moon stone and when we touch it it will make us magic, Mom come on, touch it and we could fly.

Meg: Not now. Just watch the t.v. ok. I bought you all this nice stuff, an xbox, and new dvds, your going to Jr. soccer later sweetheart, why don't u go and use the computer for a while, or play your gameboy and throw away that stupid rock.

And through the t.v we suck away are souls everyday.
(voices from tv)
-buy now
-I love u juliet, Oh charles
-Bumbing and griding
-Oh my god I love these shoes
-last night britney spears

We've given over the power, became puppets without a purpose, throw our magic stones into the abyss cause were comfortable.
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one plays makebelieve
NO one sees the world as a great adventure, a miraculous mystery.
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed boring.......
Just as long as industry is making money,
investing in to empty,
cause recession
reminds us that the money wasnt ours in the first place.......

We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY

Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses

Skin will rot
slide from bone
But between the cracks of your flesh
rekindle the light
for we may be candles in the dark
leading the children
to see beauty in the world
and play like babies in the shadows of the moon
reunited, our souls laughing for the fullness of it all.