I kept poems
Hidden in the darkest corners of our house
So that he would not find them.
While in bed
I would look to his resting tomb of a body
And wish that he understood.

God missed the Holocaust , what makes you think
he's watching over the job interview tomorrow
Atomic bombs dropped over Japan while he was off
On paid leave while Stalin purged Russia
In conference while children starve
People freeze on streets
Bleed needlessly
I'm looking for help and to tell you the
truth his track record is a bit mediocre to me

King Kenny,
Like God on Earth upon mat...
Rising sun in his eyes for rainless morning,
And superkick party, catered and cleaned.

Technician of great finesse,
Not living off technicality,
We pay thanks to our savior
For handing out the wrath.

I can't pretend I don't care anymore
I'm going to burst
My heart is bulging
And this ache is the worst

You'd be doing me a service
If you pulled it straight out of my chest
Dug it out with spoon
Or dodged a bullet
Smack dab into my breast

Maybe, if you prefer,
You could take the less invasive route
And extract it with a hook down my throat

Maybe, if you prefer,
You could use demolition
Lots of TNT
That would be "Dyno-mite"
To quote my favorite quote

You left me wounded
But you should've left me dead

You told me that you loved me
But that was the last thing to me you said

Meeting you was emotional suicide

When we slept together
I should've done it with an open eye

Somewhere in the red lands
thick with oils, she painted sands
clay hills of rouged mud rain
a sliver layered blue, a sun sky yellow
that broke from rust colored rain, from clouds of brown
it was found, a prominent grey, a white washed shell
stark amid the scorch of desert
a piece of ocean that from her pocket fell.