Justice is a *****
With claws
Miles and miles and miles
Guillotine jaws
And when she throws the book at you
It's 1000 pounds
With a curse in every clause.

And when those swords
Turn in on you
It's miles and miles of claws
To wring you out
In a razorblade chokehold you won't ever

forget.

All those pretty girls with their
tears and dreams and fears,
looking for a meaning that is yet to exist.
The dead glare in their eyes,
so clear and wide,
emotionally vacant inside
shows the pain they subside.
And in that moment you can tell when one is completely broken.

I dont mean a little bit of issues
I mean
the way they talk
the way they walk
the way they live
is ultimately shattered through this utter dispair in which consumes them.

Husbands, raise your hands
Keep them up if you love your wife
Keep them up if you colour your wifes hair
Okay, this is for the three of us that are left....


I did my wife a favour
As I do, because I can
I help her when I'm able
Not just because I am a man

I **** bugs when requested
I do the laundry like I should
I clean the bathroom when it's *****
And by doing so , feel good

Every few weeks I will help her
Hide the grey that she can see
I don't volunteer to do it
But it's cheap to hire me

A salon visit is expensive
Doing hair, and waiting hours
I just slip on my latex hand wear
And I have a bag full of super powers

Yes, I help my wife get couloured
I take the time and do her hair
I also, get it on the tiles
Up the wall and on two chairs

The dog gets covered just a little
The rug, a window and the bed
But, we always buy two packets
So, there's enough to do her head

I have a jacket slightly mottled
It's got a few brown spots, some red
I don't know exactly how it happened
I even got some on our bed

Just call me Mr. Kenneth
In my jumpsuit doing hair
I get it where I think she needs it
And I spray it everywhere

She comes out looking gorgeous
She's always happy with the result
She always looks a little different
Like someone who believes in the occult

If you're a husband who likes money
Save it, colour your wife's hair
Your part only takes ten minutes
You need ten towels, one mask, one chair

It brings us both closer together
My arms look like a leopard skin
All my shirts are slightly spotted
But all those spots, make me look thin

I've got to go now and get cleaned up
The carpets ruined, so's the wood
But, she's happy and we all know that
If the wife is happy....all is good!

Human nature;
               immature until proven otherwise.
Considering themselves wise.
      Lies.
         Heresy.
                I say
years don't mean a thing.
Experiences,
            suffering;
                 create an aging soul.
                                           Rather than eternal youth.

blank season--
cherry blossoms still
wound an aging heart

A
cloud,
         urgently
                       descends,
                                      s  l  o  w  l  y
­                                                           *d    i    s    s    o    l    v    e    s.