Hours on end
I stare at the ceiling;
Final conclusion-
There is no meaning.
Perhaps it will fall;
Fall without meaning.
The walls will then laugh
As they all begin leaning
Then fall, fall;
Fall without meaning.

Little Miss Muffle
Got into a scuffle
Which ended a terrible mess.

She was beaten and *****
While videotaped
And left in the forest undressed.

Then along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
And started to ****** her breast.

But it really went south
When it crawled in her mouth
And its babies burst out of her chest.

I feel the blood of slaves as I cut my wrists with diamond blades.
I bleed for them as they bleed for your earrings.  
Your wedding rings.  Your pointless things.
That platinum chain that hangs down to your waist encrusted with ice;
I hope it gets caught in your oversized rims while you're hanging your head out the window
Trying to spit some game at a pair of graceful underage prostitutes.  
I hope it cuts your ******* head off right then and there.
And in that moment when the diamonds scatter across the pavement
In a mixture of your blood and their *****,
I hope a meteor shower shines over Africa-
Bringing smiles to slaves in and out of graves-
As if they've just been told what had happened.

Crap.
It's all crap*
She said as she
Clicked on various links
Leading to various poems.  
Her ego gets the best of her at times--
But she has a point.
She also realizes that all writing isn't meant
To be great.
It's an outlet for people,
And if someone's out-pouring isn't
Necessarily aesthetically pleasing  
That's your problem, not theirs.
A lot of people do try - in vain -
To make their words as pleasing as possible...
But who can blame them?  
Poetry is beautiful.
Don't stop writing because you ****.
Please--
I beg you.
I need a few ugly friends in my entourage
To make me look even better
Than I know I am.

In my Omicronicopia lies little rows of little o's ~
My chronic omniphobia ties little bows in my little hose ~
This ******* like a rose it knows to waft it's way into my nose ~
It shivers and my innards froze from blizzards blowing up my nose ~

I toy around with words and feelings ~
Dissecting verbs - insert new meanings ~
Pit a noun against your frown ~
And rediscover means of healing ~

It's Like, I don't care about nothin man...

sigh

I was gonna clean my room, but I'm too depressed...
I was gonna get up and find the broom but I'm such a mess...
my room is still messed up and I know why
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I was gonna go to class but I'm so depressed...
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I'm such a mess.
I am taking it next semester and I know why,
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I was gonna go to work but I'm too depressed
I just got a new promotion but I'm such a mess
now I've got a rope and I know why
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I was gonna go to court but I'm so depressed
I was gonna pay my child support but I'm such a mess
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I was gonna make love to you but I'm too depressed
I was gonna eat yo ***** too but I'm such a mess
now I'm jacking off and I know why,
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I messed up my entire life because I'm depressed
I lost my kids and wife because I'm depressed
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
why man?
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed
  because I'm depressed...

sigh

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm depressed
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm depressed
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
why man?
  cause after this verse
  I'll be in a hearse
  cause I'm so depressed...

*sigh

I carefully slice the scalp
Along the top from
Ear to ear
And slowly peel it down
Over my eyes.
I continue peeling and
Ripping and tearing
Until my face is dangling
From my chin.
Never before seen
Lifeless expressions take shape
As I sing the lyrics to
Eyes Without a Face.
I've got no human grace.