I wish I knew **** about the sky
nothing about vapor and molecules and precipitation
or ***** of angry hydrogen

God! Send down a bolt from sky,
or a loose-y from a passing over Boeing 737
(I'm not picky)

Let it strike me right through the frontal lobe
and let the caveman crawl to the mountain top
and throw his arms up
and see the heavens torn asunder.

Sometimes you want to talk about Serious Matters
Dark matters of philosophy, like death and free will.
You know that I'll sit down and listen.
For such stuff is (my favorite) bitter pill.

I'll furrow my big eyebrows with intent,
but secretly I am not being that true.
Inside I am still smiling,
Because I'm talking such matters with YOU!

I am much too fat, to sit on the grass.
The brown earth is too weird,
For my ugly white ***.

Deep wind breaths as we go.
God!
The sky! The hills! The trees! And
Oh
There’s petco.

The wind is cold
But god!
The sun is so warm

I can't afford shoes.
What should i do?
i'll get my friends
i'll get a gun
i'll come for you

Your morals
Your goals
Your image
Your life

Her ****** was confusing
Like a Cretan Labyrinth
Her dad was the Minotaur

Love is a whole lot of ******* labor
With **** ******* wages and worse benefits
False self consciousness
An identity connected to who you do
Or who you want to do
And how much you do it
I'd like to form a union
But it'd take too much effort
I'll just use my Kulak on myself in the country side
It's just as good as anything else
Engels did it too, probably a lot

Ice Cream and Nuked Brownie
Fridge Beer and Hot Shower
Open Car Window and Speeding Down a Summer Highway
But you and me are the same temperature
Even if i try to get close you won't notice the difference
I don't think i even want a difference

Am I alive In your world?
Or am I the dead cat in the box,
Just like you are in mine?

I've been real good
the entire whole year
for Christmas I want
to be a skeleton

My favorite people
are the ones who
do the things
that I don't
want to do

The fresh snow hits the ground
it blends together with the dirt
the kind of dirt that comes from
a economically defunct college town
it kind of looks like ice cream
but don't eat it.

If that's so true
I'll take part
in the part
that doesn't
take part

It used to be
If you wanted to listen
to some random conversation
you'd actually hear something

We were walking
down some street
well,
I was walking
He had a scooter

What if we died and this was heaven
Nah can't be
Why not
My lips are chapped

a cog in the machine
it doesn't question
it doesn't think
it doesn't realize
it does the job it was made to
until it breaks

"L'enfer, c'est les autres"
Is how the saying goes
Please stop trying
Don't take me
to hell with you

If I reject the clock
Do I reject the sun?
The moon?
You?

"Who profits more?
The cup that fulfills its purpose?
Or the drinker?"
The students didn't answer.
The bell had rung.
They wouldn't get any participation credit.
It wouldn't affect their grade.
The professor didn't care either.
He was just filling the time.
If they thought about it or not,
He would still get payed.
He fulfilled his purpose.

Jesus Christ grandma
"Oriental"
isn't a term we use anymore

Your game is a good game
Thanks for making a good game


Keep it up,
A Guy Who Likes Good Games

I had a dream last night.
I was on a bridge.
A man was there too.
He was missing a few eyes.
he heard me walking, i think.
he turned to me, and smiled.
then he asked:
"Is this high enough?"

The finger that points
to the moon
is not the moon
"No **** Sherlock,
real ****** perceptive."
The Moon replied sarcastically

Why does everybody
run up the stairs
slow down bud
they ain't scary

A slice of pizza
never condemned me to hell
ball's in your court, Muhammad.

Do you exist?
It would be nice if you did
But considering the circumstances,
I would very much understand if you didn't want to.

I couldn't think
of a poem
for Tom

Black veins slashed on avid gray
Black specks of parasites flit
Back and forth, nesting and *******
Back and forth, voracious and desperate
They won't stop chirping
The ******* *******

Fragile strips of white fall
on the hateful, merciless ground
like everything else, really.

Before we start today
We first need to swear that we love
a bunch of lines drawn on a map
and you better do it
because a bunch of people you don't know
shot a bunch of people you don't know

I met God today, walking down the street.
Or at least, someone who is supposed to look like him.
He told me to “*******”.

I like to meme all the time
I like to meme with a rhyme
I like to meme when I dine
Give me my smart phone back, mom, or I’ll ******* **** you