Disaster strikes and masters rake
hot coals against my back neck
masters of *** say what's best
attackers test the minds
of everyone that wasn't attacked,
but heard about it from the news,
or a friend, or something like that
I claim that it's Wack, but
I cower though because
I empathize with the twisted ones
They run with guns and come from
rundown households but
they hold the key to the future
and if we don't help the more than few
that are lost, then we are lost
it costs our humanity when we
walk past the insanity  and sleep
in our comfy beds. our heads feel clear
beneath our solid venires. I peer
through the eyes of these lies and
the sadness is that I see the real happiness

penny pocketed pencil pushers
mutton chopped smash mouthers
salad tossers and *** washers
tangible tap dancers dancing
tea timing tofu fools spooling threads
dead men walk fed up with funeral talk
experimental drug takers bathe them
Meat cleaving beefeaters teach their kids to chop down
cedar
cockroach feeders jot down things
crossing their eyes they dot their T's
tea drinking spider creatures fight for meals
lightning buggers squeal
lighting up bellys and sharp teeth with a surreal glow
God knows I'm only trying to brown my nose
though, by ironing my clothes
it should only show that my clothes are ironed
My foes are inspired
and my friends are tired from all the walking
we go on, talking
and joke about the things that we saw

**** fists and twisted wrist ticklers
spitting witch hunting cow wranglers
power ranger danger squad
cod chewing confused cows
abused by masses of cattle prods
****** steak chewers refuse to pay
claiming they know how good steak should taste
steak paste stays caked around their lips
their face stays fixed on whatever **** they wish
our riches erase our minds
turning us into unkind swine
crimes against humanity
shine on a big screens
part of everyday reality
pigs squeal and cows moo
simple beasts compared to you
but look in the eyes of the beast that cries
and try to believe the lie
that we have earned the right to take life as we please
it's just a belief, but it spreads like disease

It rattles my bones
far from any place considered home
literally alone sitting patiently
facing these hallowed out trees in a cold breeze
a crippled bee wallows on the ground
I found some meat for it to eat
and a stone to help breach it from the sandy madness
sadness takes me as the bee falls back over
a colder breeze chills me
It kills me to see the struggle and stress
fighting without resting.
Accepting its fate I walk away
and contemplate my own last day
everything will living will die
No matter how hard we try to fight
and it might not sound that great
but  I'll wait for that moment
when I know it's all ok

Red tubes ***** up the few who choose to be blue
they use shoe glue
to fuse the souls of their shoes back together
the weather channel channels
whether or not we can handle the weather
it's all for the better
I compare myself to a rusty faucet
I'm lost yet I've found all new meanings
I'm still feigning for a cigarette
but I figure, best be cautious with my desires
I perspire working for hours
looking forward to a shower
followed by devouring my pillow
with the back of my tired *** head

Lemons are yellow
I catch the eye of a passerby and my body feels like jello
I say hello and then they are gone
like a beautiful fawn they run away
if only they had stayed, I have so much to say
but perhaps I will see them again someday
but this is for you, whoever you are
I wrote you this poem and it's straight from the heart

Gotta have my pops.
Gotta big o'l pretzel.
Gotta sit soon.
Soon I will be  *******.   Soon I will.
Will I be soon?
****  ****  ****.
Where's the ****?
Go home man. Go the hell home.
Hell, I'm home. Now? Now what?
Yeah... Let's figure it out. ok?
(Puke)
Let it out man... Nahhh. Don't do that unless you're ready.
pshhh. I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but let's do
it again. (puke....puke puke puke.)  
Nice nice. Ice that.
That what? Whaaaaaaat?
Don't worry about it mannnnn. It's allllllllll goooood. Good
to me. Good to you. (puke)