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If you're not dysfunctional
you're not a family,
trust me
I know.

Dishwashers wash away the sins of gluttony.

Watched them come
seen them go
and all of them thought
they were in the know

I set my machine to terminate
the fukin plates can wait
chefs in second
but
management in first
and I wait
for the cycle to end.
The insides are rotting,
just remember,
from the insides we're nothing

it's what we do
that make us who
and what we are.

Finally
when they bury me
it will not be me
in there

I'll still be
in what you read
in the air that you breathe,
even I can't escape that.
We
can no longer take things for granted
or we'd probably get arrested,

I heard someone got six months for
taking time off.

They are altering everything,
and offering nothing,

I yearn for those ways
back in the days
before.
you never noticed
the houses
littering the field
you grew up watching
from the backseat of
your parent's van
until the moment
you looked left and right
at the stop sign
and realized
your favorite angle of
the mountains
where you could see
the brook
between the pines
form a jagged line
down down down
covered up by
a dozen miserable
4 bedroom 2 bathroom
greyscale houses
I was loving some o' that heat when some cool cat turned the thermostat down.

Cold and grey suits batshit Britain today
I watch them through the leaded lights with leaden feet all kneeling to receive some blessing,
I never go, I leave them guessing as to what I'm doing and they come to a consensus that I'm stealing lead off the church roof,

I forgive them; they're old and no one ever told them that lead's no longer used on church roofs.

I'm off today
and some say
I've been off for years

can anyone explain to me
that when I'm off
it always seems to rain on me
and not pennies from Heaven either

when the roof caves in
and only the faithful
are saved by him

I'll be with her.
She
Oh
my icons

whadayamean
when you say
they're not called
that

oh I see
not PC
Eh?
well
hold onto your buts
my icons appear to
be nuts.
I never ended fed up here,
I starved myself through a life that should have been dear
but cost me more than I had in store.

We were here,
years ago
and you thought we'd gone,
how wrong were you?

I see them
let's call them the bogeymen
not what I'd want to see
because I was one of them

Ghosts tend to reside
they don't pay rent.
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