The suburban housewives are all prostitutes. Cuckoo CUCKOO cuckoo Sings the cuckolded husband Bury the demons in the backyard, Jack. Decomposing rotting souls Enriching the soil Get rich without any toil.
Step Outside
A glance to heavens From the floors of a forest Reveals a distant star. Symbolizing neither here, near or far A twinkling image destroys the ego Although in this here woodland Anything goes. I am the king.
The truth only goes as far as the rocks thrown So I asked the reapers which way to go Take a trip with me down memory lane my past has no real pain. And no thank you I would not like any fame I really have nothing to gain but catharsis So please don’t call me an artist.
I learned how to read from Frodo Potter got me through puberty Infinite Jest is too long They say the strong dont read poetry Naked Lunch ravings from a ***** gone mad Anything discussed on Oprah during brunch is just bad Satre and Camus too absurd Stephen King too frightening David Sedaris too homosexual Chucks Palahniuk and Klosterman too hipster The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test for van wagon hippies Lao-Tzu is too Zen James Paterson and John Grisham are a waste of pen The Perks of Being a Wallflower is too needy Just begging to be loved Like stupid Twilight Ann Rice already got it right Political books are for crooks Self Help too pretentious God Dillusion and God’s Not Great too scary Romances are all wrong Farces are all right The Torah too infallible The Gospels too life changing Fear and Loathing, On the Road drugged tales disguised as art Truth can be found in A Million Little Pieces Lies found in the truths of our textbooks Vonnegut is always too short Woody Allen plays never long enough Waiting for Godot left me waiting for an ending The Big Book didnt work Tweak is a ****** piece of work Henry Rollins yells Get In the Van with a vein pulsating out his forehead while, Nikki Sixx makes millions from a marketed selling of his soul The Hunger Games are over popular children books Did not stop me from getting hooked A Brave New World is a reality Dune a vision 50 Shades a pandering to public lust The etchings left on my mind by Supertramp McCandless and Hesse will never rust Edward Albee is everything you could ask a play-write to be Harmony Korine just makes me envious Even grand mom has the collected Carlin Twain is middle school Hemingway high school Coleridge is college Dostoyevsky too daunting French books are too ****** french Joyce too Irish Kafka too German The great American novels are comic books and tabloids
I get it life is both entirely ****** and perpetually beautiful. One needn't to read to see