I
had something on my mind
I
guess it really doesn't matter anyway
I
was unable to get my point across

You
stand there slack jawed with all the answers
You
bathe yourself in fairies tears to recover from my words
You
are popular and "open minded" so you win I guess

OF COURSE

They
will never take my side
They
are on every block praising you
They
are also in charge and can burn me so bad

**How quaint...

Didn't catch something like a halo hidden in the dusty clouds?
A well described place, this "heaven," you search for as in vain,
Perhaps like a modern pirate with a compass which faces due south,
They'll find what they seek, even if it means innocent life is slain.

This is it, patriots! Trashed ghetto awaits in the biggest cities,
Out of site out of mind! I will STILL find my peace of the pie,
Richer dreams we seek in the earth, to hold and have, so pretty,
For now-at the cost of anything-it's our "innocent" man-made right.

But all of this commotion that brings so much confusion,
We'll see clearly what is considered to be conceived as a blessing,
A miracle of speaking, this way of making awkward confession,
It seems to make us feel better to find a sign, it must be missing.

X marks the spot! "We've found out" that it's hidden in the dunes,
Beneath the limitless dusty despair there will come an answer,
In time we'll make it to this place just not far beyond all moons,*
Even if it takes living a life-like lie that's a deadly nightmare cancer.

I am a dog, I am naked and alone.
I'm not the only one.
This is it, my expensive 11 square feet
I like to call my empty home.
I guess there's something to be said
For this "stupid dog" who will never *EVER
Get to "see anyone" real but might just get
The lucky joy of being ******!

I have everything I need, or so I'm told,
We get by being just another girl or guy,
Make the most of this without eccentric goals,
Give me a break, this is what I "need" in life.
The truth is we're all about making a scene
When I finally get to live my "dangerous" dream,
This place has food and shelter and "life,"
Sure we've got it made, this way of life is obscene,
One way or another while I wonder about "it,"
These "insane" feelings of nature just never quit,
When the time comes I'll magically find the "right place,"
But until then who knows if my dream is a streaking bet,
Don't even bother going naked, I'm already just a "disgrace,"
You "Go Army" and die, my basic needs are all too well met,
But along with these words are the reasons I wont move just yet.

I had my ten seconds of fame,
Underneath the low hanging vine
Of a wire, that was my calling anyway,
To be one who had the guts to inspire
Others with dangerous games and tricks,
Risk others lives in the name of getting kicks!
Skateboard in hand, rockets flying, grand stands,
Kartwheels, I'm just a teen boy without hair,
Why should you all act like you care?
Into this black hole lifestyle of mine,
I could never give up or dare to quit,
But hey, it wouldn't be "my life," would it?