Fed up with morgues
parks and dog trainers
edible treats and bone-in chicken
it's all for couches and their cushions

barking rabbi with ego intact
medical office is now my day care center
I don't work for a living I die
this is life with a cream filled center
not much there but sugar and a defiled purse
I keep my chickens in it
before they hatch

worship what isn't yours because something has it
tell yourself off as if it's self-inflicted
“I love ***” when it burns red holes in sandy memories
gel and collision crater
this belt hasn't whipped me in years

curve to an end like the S in the cloud
swarming like metal
swerving into control
meddle with the result and find that it isn't possible
you were meant to lose
you were built to fail

it's all good let's rationalize justice
peace isn't worms it's a civilized nation
the skeptics told us off a while ago
we listened and then drove through train tracks
tires blew out...

machinery defines you
it blasts its way past your order
it cripples your definition of love
it bombards your lasting effect
what isn't your life but a broken body part
glitchy and rarely utilized

I see them all and raise them a missile
too easy for me to defy
too worthwhile for me to exploit
I'll watch you do it
I'll smirk in crimson shades
best of all it wasn't mine...

never was