We sipped boulder rock from refrigerators doors
and watched the heavens hand out food stamps with IBM logos.
“ode to Mehmet” we sang, and licked the Mossberg—
fixating on the blue collar philosophy that lived in our empty wallets.

Trash cans filled with water bottles stared at us to find our essence—
the one we had lost while being fed quintessential American idioms
in state-of-the-art classrooms sponsored by slaves and Popol Vuh blood.

Six million years of human existence trivialized down to a single sentence—
* Man loved God, man wrote, man conquered God, and now man loves science* —
scribbled on SmartBoards afforded by fire burning from Prometheus’ female liver.

Trees sing with oxygen no more for the sake of making paper,
and eyes soak in the words on paper for the sake of making paper.
Trees make the avenue but the future holds an Avenue of no trees—
… for in the land of the free, anything but freedom ain’t free.

Gorging my eyes with the non-sense and the ******* of the internet.
Feeding my mind the comical lives of those on reality TV.
Is this really what the world has come to?
Our lives consumed with your lives,
consumed with their lives,
consumed with our lives.

Twitter ***** toast to tweeting.
Tweet your lives away you ******.

Who thought that a piece of paper could be so powerful?
Who thought a piece of paper would dominate mans will?
Who thought a piece of paper could lead to our destruction?
Who thought a piece of paper could make a man ****?

President painted on each paper.
"Look at all those Benjamins!" you shout.
I highly doubt,
that the founding fathers would want to be on a piece of paper,
a piece of corruption,
a piece of destruction.

We have destroyed what the founding fathers built.
A land of freedom, justice, and pride,
is now a kingdom to the modern day CEO's,
and the fame ridden ***** that patrol our TV's.

The average actor makes more in one movie than the year round shopkeeper.
A man who devotes his life to supplying the public with proper products and good service,
makes less than a man who does something that we don't even need.
We need food, water, and all the shopkeepers supplies.
But do we really need a movie?
I did not know entertainment was higher on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
I would like to see you solely survive off of a movie.

I feel bad for my children.
The children of the future in general.
That is, if we live that long.
They are going to have it rougher than me.
And sadly,
I alone cannot make their future better for them.
Only we, as one, can make it better.
But,
that will never happen.

We are divided,
our will, divided,
our minds, divided,
our spirits, divided.

We will never be one again.

With that said and done,
I'm going to finish my dinner now.

Her body lies so close to mine
She makes me feel weak
The smell of her hair her arm wrapped around me
It feels, oh so divine
She whimpers on her sleep just a soft sound
She slightly stirs frightened
A nightmare has been found
She looks around and hopes in still sleeping
She feels embarrassed
She hopes I don't see her weeping
I take her up into my arms and I whisper to her
"My dear oh my dear
You should not fear
The light day will soon be here
And I will always be near"
She lies in my arms slowly drifting back
And I kiss her lips as she starts to sleep
In a silent slumber
She oh so needs.

This is the tale of a girl
Who lived a tough life
Though not what you think
It almost ended with a knife

Her mom didn't beat her
Daddy wasn't a drunk
No her worst enemy
Is someone you'd never have thunk

She didn't have a brother
Who made her life hell
And didn't spend her days
Mostly in jail

No, her worst enemy was herself
That was all it took
No need for a bully
She even had the look

She called herself names
Beating herself up
Sometimes it was worse
Then she started to cut

People tried to help
But only made it worse
She want to die
And be free from the curse

Still she pushed on
And tried to make it better
It didn't change any
She only wanted to be deader

I know what you're thinking
Why not just get over it?
Well it's harder than that
It's some really tough ****

The girl knew her life
Was a crumbling mess
So she decided to give up
She'd given her best

Something stopped her though
Whether it could've been fate
Of some higher power
She still remembers that date

And is forever grateful
For whatever it might have been
She's decided to live her life through
Until its truly meant to end

I'm fine
The biggest lie ever told
I say it so often
You'd think it'd get old
But I don't want people to know
Whats really going on
It saves me the trouble
From explaining all that I've gone
Through and through
I don't mean to lie
Yet this is way easier
I'm conflicted inside
I want to let you in
On this charade I play
But you'd only judge me
And soon turn away
Just like others have
Long before you
Be honest with me
Can I trust you with truth?

Sometimes I feel bad.
Sometimes I feel rad.
Sometimes I feel amazing.
Sometimes I feel I'm hazing.

But who am I kidding?
I don't even know what I'm saying.
I'm just going on and on feeling so many things.
I don't usually feel strong for long.

I'm happy, I'm happy,
I'm confused, I'm happy,
I'm sad, I'm confused,
I don't know why but I get so ******.

I need to figure things out,
That's without a doubt.
I love my life,
I hate this strife,

Sometimes it hurts like a knife.

I'm stronger now than I ever was,
I guess it's a good help to my cause.