oh undertaker
a high school poet died today
and they say

popularity is just relatability
see them in that mirror watching you
but check your compacts at the door
(look them in the eye)

they might **** you tonight
oh undertaker
how did they die last night?
forced the knife of lips
and lies into their minds
hit by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

we hate what we see
staring back, fade to black
in this highschool drama scene
who the **** are you?
can't be me
because i know myself, and this
dyed hair, straight kicks, concert tix
i see. that kid just aint all me

it might **** me tonight
oh undertaker
how do they die alone at night?
forcing the knife of lips
and lies into their minds
hit by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

give me my pen it's stronger
than the wings of that waterproof eyeliner
you cried off in the bathroom stall
last tuesday
oh undertaker, you
drew em back, of course
sharper than a sword but twice as brittle
because you hate the way they frame
her eyes, and your lies too

they might **** you tonight
oh undertaker
how did you die last night?
forced the knife of lips
and lies into their frozen faces
crushed by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

tonight, check you faces at the door
come in clear
and dont check your face to see
who's looking at you
we all see the same screen
our pores in bass-relief
tombstone grief

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

the world just keeps on turning
and warming up the globe
nations of hate hotter than warheads
hate ain't what they pay us for
be a boss but don't be bossy,
boxing in a corner lot

everyones a leader
leading no one
supply and demand spinning pulsar-fast
economies based on wars
collapsing under peacetime
without fires
the lobbies smothered fighters

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

inflation  cannot haul us up
here at the bottom of the heap
can't even afford the beep
beep that tells us what's wrong in our hearts
medical bills ticking higher numbers than volumes of get-well cards
we're under attack
our changing family pact

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

spoken word, short form
bytes from sharpened canines
written word, formatted to the dimensions of our icons
glittering oh one around us in the haze
our might in roaming-charged clouds of war
you can burn the papers
ban the books
we weren't writing in your margins anyway

our beat is undrummed, uncensored by you
language we took, righteous and true
and the ideas we kept to hurl out
our aim would be true

shout now
aim for us, beat poets

beat poet the times they are a changin'

I want to throw away these woes
these words of yours and mine.

You give them weight,
they'll weigh us down
like water in my lungs.

Don't drown me with what I don't believe.
I can't believe in it
I'll be pulled down too.

Kick up!
Kick up to the surface!
Toss away the chains,
we're free.

Just you and me,
no weights
no woes
not a single no.

Nods in our direction,
now is the time to go.
And breath with me.

Our words go hand in hand,
eclipses in between our lungs.
The songs go in and 'round to the same tune sung in day and night.
But I won't let us drown.

your grace
I have a gift for you
a crown, a ring
the pleasure of the queen

and for me
I'd take the same
in form, in breadth
not half as much as you left

in greatness
in form granted to me
I hope, I pray
you crown yourself in my love this day

your heart
I would bathe in gold
in light, in riches
gold as summers bright

my lady
my good queen
(what a pair of us)
take a token from the dust

and know that I love you

I'll hold you up
so you don't fall anymore for me
(unless you want to?)
And mute my words
change your name in my phone
so I can't find you anymore
and then his name, the right focus
will be back at the top of the list
where you tell me it should be.
It's unspoken that it's not yours
is it time for the credits to roll on this soap?
And if you never write another episode,
**** off the main love interest,
and reorganize the whole **** town
I could never hate you.

these streets weren't yours last night
and even though you're fighting the good fight
feels like it's stacked against you.
even your head beats to their drums
and not your heart
turn your bones to ice in a heat wave
melt away from the press of the crowd
and figure yourself out backwards

this was your fight, your life
your night to lay awake and unmake you you are
now hey hey wake up, fight your fight all through the night
riots till our lives turn out all right
starting tonight
this was your fight, it's our fight our night our fight tonight

don't you give up now
even sunlight hits the alleyways
just the same it hits the highway exit you need
it's a life, just take it
no questions and no pain
put feet before each other
and walk away from pain
figure yourself out from the inside

this was your fight, your life
your night to lay awake and unmake you you are
now hey hey wake up, fight your fight all through the night
riots till our lives turn out all right
starting tonight
this was your fight, it's our fight our night our fight tonight

if you cant make it tonight
still fighting for good steps one at a time
we'll keep on till dawn
you can take up a banner and light
the streets are new awash with light
and they belong to us
and we wont give them back
(keep that bit down, though!)

this was your fight, your life
your night to lay awake and unmake you you are
now hey hey wake up, fight your fight all through the night
riots till our lives turn out all right
starting tonight
this was your fight, it's our fight our night our fight tonight

popularity is just relatability
see them in that mirror watching you
but check your compacts at the door
(look them in the eye)
they might **** you tonight
who doesn't hate what they see
staring back, fade to black
in this highschool drama scene
who the **** are you?
can't be me
because i know myself, and this
dyed hair, straight kicks, concert tix
i see. that kid just aint all me
give me my pen, it stronger than the
wings of that waterproof eyeliner
you cried off in the bathroom stall
last tuesday
drew em back, of course
sharper than a sword but twice as brittle
because you hate the way they frame
you eyes, and your lies too
tonight, check you faces at the door
come in clear
and dont check your face to see
who's looking at you
we all see the same screen
our pores in bass-relief