shit spewing out of my mouth #7

•February 2, 2012 • Leave a Comment

“All sides, please stop describing current events as ‘historic.’ Unless you’re announcing entry into a fray that has spread to at least four of the world’s seven continents, you don’t get to predict that today will live in infamy… fucking morons.”

One Corner and the World

•February 1, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Three hundred people died last night
Last moments of terrible fright
But that was just in one corner
A pattern repeated through and through

Five hundred born into abject poverty
A life as someone else’s property
But that was just in one corner
A pattern repeated through and through

Two more hit the jackpot
For them happiness is not a long shot
And that wasn’t just in one corner
Nary evidence of a pattern through and through

shit spewing out of my mouth #6

•November 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“It was good – really good – but I forgot.”

Thomas Carlyle Quote

•November 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him.”

Turn it down

•November 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

T. Rex says life’s a gas
The Tribe fuses rap and jazz
Elvis couldn’t shake like that
Meatloaf is just fat
Wanted to hear Jimi
Had to settle for Public Enemy
Now trippin’ on Journey
Another Idol won another tourney

For your approval
Respectfully submitted
In the case of my removal
I have been honorably acquitted

Never seen the depths of my despair
You never even took the time to care
I never hurt you
But I wanted to
And you couldn’t see it is true
I needed to convince you
There’s a time to despair
And yet another to care

Got the music turned to loud
Drown out the church bell gong
Drifting across on a cloud
Please pass me the bong

Wondering what to do now
Sold the milk and bought the cow
Sirens on the other side of town
Here I sit playing the clown
Life is just a silly game
The results are always the same
What’s the point in trying
When they are always lying

Ode to My Mother

•October 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The children are all dead
They’ve been tucked in for the night
I can’t get my head about me
Polka dots crowd my field of sight
Never hearing a word I said
Keeping control with tools of fright
They all want to hurt me
Isn’t it time to turn out the light?

Proposal

•October 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I wanted to hold your hand
Skating around the rink
A little frenching in the corner
Groovy, gnarly and dyno-mite
I coulda been a well-adjusted kid
Instead you left me cowering and trembling
Running from rejection
A chronic sprint for my life
And to think
All I wanted to do was hold your hand
Maybe a little frenching in the corner
Wasn’t looking for the forbidden land
Really, I’d a been happy holding your hand
It’s been with me the rest of my life
I got this urge to beat my wife
And to think
All I wanted to do was hold your hand
Skating around the rink
A chronic sprint for my life
I wanted to hold your hand
I got this urge to beat my wife
Give me your hand

 
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