Break your knuckle on a steel gate
Get drunk at work
Destroy your lover's things but not your lover
Shave your head completely
Listen to everyone talk about RHCP
Mention John Frusciante solo work being really good
Acquire very wet ******* from a man in a trench coat
Opt out for cable and go to the bars to watch the game
Blow *** into your roommate's cat's nostrils until you notice effects
Try to understand why everyone is excited about Stranger Things
Cut open a stuffed shark and have *** with it
Listen to The Moob And Antartica because you need to hear A Wild Pack Of Family Dogs
Get a book you're never going to read but insist you'll get around to it
Buy another book and read that one instead
Let friend borrow book and never see it again
Get a small payday loan and sell your Squier Strat for 30 bucks
Tell your roommate you need more *** so hit the guy up
Get yelled at by girlfriend for punishing her dog
Get teeth removed and relish in painkillers
Throw rocks through cars at a ****** dealership
Get a burger at 5 am
Sleep
Wake up
Give coke to your friend's desperate lover
Go on 4 days without showering
Faint from a sneeze
Put super glue on broken glass to fix broken living room window
Be called a racist by a man of my same race AGAINST my same race
Laugh at how dumb political activists are
Go see friends you haven't seen for months and leave 25 minutes later
Write poetry for 10 minutes and pretend I have some message to convey
Put on flannel and take acid
Watch Eric Andre until my ghetto neighborhood produces people reckless enough to break in
Wish comes true
Crush face of armed adversary
Walk out of apartment complex
Break your knuckle on steel gate

I'm not a good person
I'm not that bad,
But I don't merit enough
To wear the cape.

I'm caught in a contingency
Of expression
More so riding pale lines
Of old boundaries of morality

Good and Evil have become words
Demise and Salvation interchange
And I'm left to dig,
Searching for my soul under the rubble.

Chuckling and weeping are devoured
By silence in corridors where tennants tiptoe
Feeling and hearing the ominous nothing.

I am the nothing.

She was intelligent and well versed
A mind like a piercing tack
A powerful woman that holds her own
Carrying the planet on her back
Beauty was a treasure her heart had sheltered
Hidden it in a chest
And all the while, I thought the men
We're simply staring at her *******...

Ridged blood and fat deposits scraping against my bone
Falls out my mouth and paints the sidewalks to match my kidney stones
Thrown into a liar's window so I could steal their clothes
Specifically, a long sleeved shirt, so my heart could have a home

The beauty of your existence
Is that of a book with blank pages
Waiting to be written by only your words

The beauty of your existence
Is that of a hymn sung by only your voice
Where everyone in the streets quietly admires your notes

The beauty of your existence
Is that of a blank mural waiting to be painted
And to presented amongst an exhibit labeled "Stories"

The beauty of your existence
Is that of a tale told around a campfire
As children scurry around the teller
To listen in on your adventures

The beauty of your existence
Is a compliment to another's
Adding hues that could otherwise make their existence dull

The beauty of your existence
Is that you simply exist.

I'm tired
But I get out of bed
I haven't been sleeping
But I throw my clothes on
I haven't had a chance to head to the laundromat
But I'm unloading freight at the dock
I'm tired
But she's still running through my mind

The ants are crawling on the door
Just the same
I'm crawling to get to the open ones