What a fucked up
Corpse strewn
gorgeous globe
I see.
The one's who aren't dead
are scarred and scared,
and they mutilate themselves
and bury their names.
But an image of what was
always remains.

Hey you cunt! I hope you're fucking happy now.

You motherfucking monster!
What you have done is unforgivable.
Keep producing mongoloid monologues,
But, the best of what you were is gone.
I fucking hate you for what you have done.
There is no going or coming back.
I hope you fucking suffer,
You selfish, needy bitch.
I hope you are happy,
Because now I know who you really are.
All of you should be ashamed of yourselves,
You lying, self-centered fucking animals.
The faces you will put on today
Are fucking filthy fragmented foolish friendless freaks.
You hate me, your actions prove it,
But not half as much as I now hate you,
You petty bitch.

Climb up out of the gutter,
Take her hand.
Forget about Mr. Yesterday.
He was never any good anyway.
Every one in forevereverland would kill their own mothers
To kiss your orangeblossum lips.
He was never worth them anyway.
Follow the signs,
His time is nearly gone.
You couldn't have kicked him into the cold to die
At a better time.
I'd say, think of the good times,
But for you I know there weren't any.
So pretend you are him,
And remember any second he spent with you.

Smiling,
Its like the early days,
except I'm no wild card any longer.
Smiling,
the game has changed, I have proven the lack of my worth.
Why bother now.
Why fight over scraps.
Because,
That's all there is.

Tricky tom took a time bomb and tucked it between tracey's tits,
And it blew my mind.
What does it take to preserve a life form in line 'em up and fuck 'em town?
Answers...
I know two things,
And I have eaten an otter from sublimation.
And I still am not sure who she really is.
Now if the ushers will direct eceryune to there seets...

You can jump up and down and say
What a dumb fuck I am,
But ask yourself,
Given my resources and abilities,
Could you do any better.
Did you, or don't you remember.

I can't put my hands on you
And shake you till you believe me...
So if my words don't mean shit to you,
Then fine then.
Go have fun with your girlfriends.
It's your loss.
I was alone before you,
And I'm fucking stronger than you think.

Smoking pipe resin
Is much better than smoking
Nothing at all.

Primative man, pre written word had it easy,
When it came to wooing a woman,
It was as easy as
Lugging a 150 lb log
A few miles,
Fending off a pack of wolves with a stick and a torch,
All so your Cro-Magnon flower could have something to sit on,
To keep off the cold cave floor,
While she weaves baskets, and cures skins.
The simple song,
Or the rabbit pelt and the shiny stone
Have devalued, since the arrival of currency.
But a poem,
Masterfully crafted,
Is a currency all its own.
The value of which is determined,
Not by the poet...
But by the reader.

Looking like a jackass,
And repeating these same words everyday
Was not enough.
It was never enough.
I am not enough.
I will never be enough.
Hurting others
To try and put a smile on your face.
Rejecting all else...
Not enough...
My style of worship isn't appreciated..
Not enough.
Never enough.
Ever enough?
Never enough

Has anyone ever actually eaten a desiccant packet.
I mean, has anyone picked a packet from a bag of jerky
And said "This doesn't look like jerky, and it doesn't feel like jerky,
Let me eat it anyway"
And, even if someone did eat one,
And they died..
Would it really be a bad thing to get rid of someone that stupid?

I've heard people say love doesn't exist,
And by some definitions, maybe it doesn't exist.
But seriously, if you look at it this way,
People take pleasure in making other people happy.
Not all people sure. Some people are wired wrong,
Sadists and homicidal obsessives, actively serve
What I would call hate. Yet they do so with seeming indifference.
But, on average, the joy of giving joy exists, on some form.
Even ego-centric actors and politicians,
Who seem to be driven by selfish goals,
But even they take a measure of pleasure,
When a fan says "Hey I saw you guys in the Meadowlands,
And you rocked, best concert of my life!"
Or,
"Senator Williams, I just wanted to thank you personally
For the kind words you said about my son,
It brought some closure to our loss."
When you have a particular person who you enjoy pleasing,
And who you know enjoys pleasing you,
Well , what do you call that?
Take it a step further, and add the fact, that when that person is hurting
You hurt. Their pain
Becomes yours.
Now, occasional petty jealousy aside,
Isn't it fair to call that feeling something?
Call it love, call it Love, call it Tigger Yum Yum,
Whatever.
But don't deny it exists.
Because I've seen it with my own eyes.
And I believe them before I believe silly lies.

If a monster like me could find that feeling,
And live inside of it...
Anyfuckingbody can.

Did you hear the news?
Someone hijacked HP.

They say
that the real forbidden fruit in the bible,
wasn't actually an apple,
but a pomegranate...
which I can believe.
I takes an hour and twenty five minutes to eat one,
and they leave your mouth and fingers
all red and sticky.
Apples are a pretty tame snack in comparison,
makes you wonder what the moral of any story really is.

The sun isn't shining,
But it will be.
The birds aren't singing,
But they will be.
The weather isn't sweet,
But it will be.
There's no dancing in the street,
But there will be.
The air is not filled with song,
But it will be.
I haven't fixed what I did wrong,
But it will be.

Even if it isn't
Who cares?

It's re-up day,
And when I open that zip lock bag, and inhale the fragrance of maddening bliss,
And pack up, spark the blue butane, and pull the essence inside me,
All the silly bullshit will vanish, and I will smile, because Mary Jane always comes back to me.
And when she is with me
The sun shines,
The birds sing,
The weather is sweet,
there's dancing in the street,
The air is filled with song,
I've corrected all my wrongs,
And I smile like a man who is glad to die,
As I take that first hit, from my bubbling bong.

Words once spent cannot be refunded,
And harsh words between lovers
Cut twice as deep. I can erase the horrible things I say,
But a wound is still left on you, the person I love the most.
I will clean and dress that wound for you, until it closes
And heals, and I will kiss it each day, until the pain fades away,
And leaves behind nothing but the tiny scar,
which we add to the collection of the scars we both bear,
And the list of trials and tribulations that have made our love stronger.
Knowing my words hurt you so, rips my intestines out trough my mouth,
Flays my skin with a razor made of salt, and dunks my feelings
In a vat of acid,
And it is what I deserve
For hurting someone who does so much for me,
And grants me the freedom to be me.
I can say I'm sorry until the frozen hell melts again,
And it wont make a difference,
I will instead, show you I am sorry,
From this day forward
I won't cut you again,
My goblin of cruel words is dead.
Your love helped me kill it.

The pine floorboards, cover my work.

The pine floorboards, creak at the spot I ripped them up.

I didn't want to kill her,
But she made me insane,
In a fit of rage,
I put a hatchet Right through her fucking brain.

The pine floorboards, cover my work.

The pine floorboards, stained red at the spot I took her life.

Underneath the earth,
In a dark crawlspace,
That's where you'll find my love,
Sleeping oh so peacefully,
Underneath the pine floorboards.

When
A woman
Goes down
On a man,
Its objectification of women.

When
A man
Goes down
On a woman,
Its objectification
Of women.

When
A woman,
Is comfortable
With her sexuality,
And enjoys sex
She is a whore.

When
A man
Is comfortable
With his sexuality
and enjoys sex,
He is a pimp.

Why can't men and women be sexually equal?
Once we have that,
Then we can work on that even pay
And glass ceiling thing.

An arms length from the abyss,
Lean forward, and I cease to exist.
I look down below and see the river Styx,
Fed by the blood of a billion slit wrists.
I reach down, and undo my zip.
This is as good a spot as any to take a piss.

The Devil's been pissing on me my whole life, it's time he got his.