You can not breathe the air in New York City
Everybody move away from there
The air will **** you even if you're near there
So die or ****** move away from there

All the tourists, they keep coming and
the overcrowded airports keep polluting
And the trucks and all the cars and buses
Now the air is deadly;Keep on smoking (idiots)

We thought this city was the greatest
It only goes to show just how much we know
Maybe someday we will save the planet
Instead of spending on the oil and the tolls

This city looks so pretty in the moonlight
too bad it ends our lives;the misery
Hope one day you all will see the daylight
Till then I'm moving far, like overseas
  

On Sunday, eighty thousand go to Jersey
Where the pig farms used to really foul the air
A billion dollars spent [on] NFL football
Too bad, you breathe, you die, the way it is
  

You can not breathe the air in New York City
Everybody move away from there
The air will **** you even if you're near there
So die or ****** move away from there
Die or ****** move away from there
Don't stay just get the hell out of there!

The ****** rats
Didint escape old man's trap
So now they nap
Next to my pups food bowl
And yummy monkeys
The puppy's full.

You enter
      Riding on a soundtrack of rising blood pressure and self defeat
       Every conversation kills itself at the sight of you;
     A *joke not quite worth telling, that no one would laugh at anyway
          Every eye stops to stare at you
        *An aging car crash of a human
Wrecked and painted in dried blood
     Seducing onlookers with a rinky-**** smile
     Missing the convenient yellow caution tape that tells you life stops here
          
       You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
  That wasn't much there in the first place
In the mirror you see dirt
    And you can't wash it away, no matter how hard you try
Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die

     Unintelligently designed
Your stupidity is almost genius
       You blame others for mishaps that you have gained
                            Your sickness a silent auction
                       Anyone could have caught it
       Infectious Anonymous
Attended every week
      And yet you're still so pathetic
you don't accept you're a disease worse than any flare up that could take hold
        You don't know how to recognize the facts that you've been told

       You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
  That wasn't much there in the first place
In the mirror you see dirt
    And you can't wash it away, no matter how hard you try
*Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die

The gramps today feels somnolent
My gardens eminence is overseeing the weeds
A good cutting for the high grass today
Pesticides to get the bugs high
As I will spray spray spray
And **** those bugs away.
Languid little creepy-crawly's
Will get smallie
And fallie
Down the hole I created for them.

What's the point
Of living in a 600,000 dollar home
When you spend 40 hours a week
In an office

And two hours watching the television every night

I don't get Americans
Baby boomers especially

Forever saving for the future
They have to have it all
Never really seeing the present

Strange these people

This way is all wrong
Completely and totally wrong

They sacrifice their health
And drink coffee
Their whole lives
And take these pills

And it is all just *******

I will live frugally
And maybe one day buy an RV
And drive around the country

Everytime you open your stupid mouth
I just want to stab you with knives
Each time I see your face I feel sick
Oh how I wish you could end in the Styx
It's not hate it's just pure disgust
You only deserve to bite the dust
Yes you were once important in my life
But that was before I thought twice
Now I'm finally moving on
You're nothing more than an old vision

Maybe the majority of your malice march is fueled with fire;
fictionalized by myself. Simply because my greatest desire is
currently to avoid knowing that you long to hurt me. Dear, let
me tell you this; **I know everything.

I close my curtains once the sun comes up
I ignore the light and keep myself closed off.
I'm sick of the brightness when I'm in such
a dark place
Does no one understand, they should go away?
The darkness is soothing, but also leaves me
with a wanting; some special kind of craving
it nags at me even when I'm safely sleeping
Which should be a place where it leaves me
but sadly there is no such place
**It always finds me.

Contact can be a good thing
To me sometimes bitter
I'm an isolationist
In California
Me, the hounds,
And grampies old trigger.