(2013)
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
we are nearly always a world which almost