Gas lit grassroots
**** so thick
gotta wear muck boots
to walk in your America
We suffer your hysteria

Every time a poll opens
amber waves whitewash wavering
opinions on old, dusty musty issues
with presorted used tissues
and a brown paper bag
to make the rotten fruit taste that much sweeter

And you rob us
You bend us over with a power tie
and some brand new pant suit
but the flag on your lapel is a lie
and you couldn't cough up
a first of the month bill toss up
If somebody kicked your kid's ***
out of private school for low fundage

And yet
Here
You
Are
Again
on your stump with your hand out
looking for another term
to fill your bank account
as you scoff at a grand
in my hand
like it was just dust
in the wind from your lungs
Hot air
Rotten
Rancid
It's disgusting the way you whisper acid
into our ears
every two to four years

You've still got your hands in our pockets
but nobody ever gets a happy ending
do they, Mr congressman?
Do they, Mrs congresswoman?
You split us down the middle
Perfectly parted partisan propaganda
Party lines
Party lies
You're all the same vampires
You're all the same tar pit trap
with a worm at the bottom hungry
for favorable public opinion

about how it's acceptable to **** us
over and over again

Please sir, may I have another?
Excuse me Mrs, may I please
cut the grass at the border?
Can we watch
willingly or not
for an example of how to accomplish nothing
and get paid for it?
Uncle and aunt touchy need their hands chopped off
and I need an endless flow of cold beer
to drink the pain away year after year

Just a hypothetical
but wouldn't it be beneficial
if the government were suffocated by pillows
in our sleep?

I forgot flowers, so I laid down my guns
as a peace offering.
I walked to your side
shrouded in black
Dismal
Destitute
Dismantled
Disheveled

I shoveled the dirt to the side myself
After all,
I was the murderer
I was the maniacal mastermind
Always pacing
Mind always racing
Thumbs always flitting

Some of mine is mine to keep
but I'm really bad at that
so I decided to keep it all
inside myself

Beside myself with loneliness
for quite some time
I decided to dig you up again
Nothing changed
Your opinions still flared
Your pictures still dared
my eyes to glimpse

I found myself void of expression
with the exception of a curled upper lip
Suspended in disbelief
Saturated in thoughtlessness again
Not again
Never again I promised

So I scratched and clawed the surface
Handful
after
handful of earth flung feverishly
behind me until I needed a ladder to climb out

I pushed you back into your hole
The whole of you lie there together
The hole in me didn't close
but your body would rot soon
and all I had to do was keep walking
and leave the corpse behind
as I spent the next few weeks
Clearing my mind
Alone
Secret
Broken
Woken by reality

I never stopped thinking though
I can't
I won't
But I will bury you forever,
and I will grow
and maybe you'll all grow with me.

Not a day goes by
that I don't think about you
Maybe a second
A minute
A couple hours
Those times when
I'm in the shower,
but not a whole day

And when you told me
Not to worry when you
didn't respond right away,
I said okay
Then you didn't talk to me
hardly all day

That's okay
Hey
I'll just back away
Hold tight to what's mine
and if it's not you
well that's okay too

God knows I need some me time
Some get back into my routine time
Some put the phone down,
stop obsessing about someone else's
problems and bring
the focus back to mine time.

This traveler's tripped out
stripped out
on his last loose *****.
The last thing he needs to worry about
Is YOU!
Are you sure that's okay, boo?

That's what's up then.
I really don't have any room in my life
to worry about another hen

I guess I should thank you really
We **** heads anyway.
Willful duo better at opposite ends of the bar
Like bookends hold things together
better
from afar

We'll be okay
I think
someday.
If not, then we'll always have the mountains, eh?

No worries man
Foggy bottoms are
best left a mystery,
since you can't see where you'll land...

If I could save time in a bottle,
I'd pour it all out for my homies
and head back to the store
for some Ben and Jerry's!

Life is full of lemons,
so keep your ******* cherries!
Just hand me the sugar bowl
and spoon me out change for the ferry

Life is pretty scary if you stop
and think about it for awhile
It's filled with emptiness
and fanatics with minds running wild

All I got is a pocket full of loose change,
broken dreams and empty promises
a broken heart and a mix tape
that's full of songs for ostriches

My head is buried in the sand
and...and I can't quite say when I started to care
Has it always been buried here,
or did the tears and fears take away all my air?

I'm just as big of a mess as you are
and I always have been, see?
If you're gonna eavesdrop, better listen and take notes,
else you make all the same mistakes as me.

I wear it on my sleeve
Blacked out
Cracked out
****** ******* mess

I reach out for help
but I miss my mark
and stab a hole in your chest
Grabbing
Ripping
Tearing through the sack

I've got a knack
for crushing chest wounds
I walk worlds withering with decay
Writhing with dismay
Manic with panic and scandal
and death's grip like a handle
Love's laborious little vandal

Your heart isn't on your sleeve
You're a liar and a fake
A dandelion in a garden full of dying flowers
in desperate need of a hard rake

Gray clouds with a cold wind
Your eyes are dark
but your skin is soft and warm
and I could lose myself in you
with a smile and a song
in my once broken heart
but now on the mend

Your taste
Your touch
Your smell
You're like a drug to me
and I'll be left here to chase you
like an old man with a fading memory

You're the one that got a way once
and I hate myself a little
for not getting away with you
There's electricity in lightning
and it shocks me every time
eye see you or hear you talk or laugh

I'm a sucker with a sob story
and you've got the best
ears on the planet
I've known your heart
and I've seen your soul
and it shakes me to my core

I want to capture your tears
I want to quell your fears
and hold you
like a comfy bed in winter's cold
I want to make you smile away
all the bad times and fill you with
the love I kept close to my heart
all these years

I've seen your soul, old friend
It's a little tattered and bruised
around the edges but I don't care
I love you just the same
no matter what...
no matter where

Here lies a poet
who drowned himself in his own *****
Here lies an artist
who painted pictures with syllables
and couldn't keep
the ones he held dearest close to him
for fear of what MIGHT happen

Here lies a passionate priest
of words that fell on closed eyes
and ears already filled with noise
Here lies the black heart of a wordsmith
who died a penniless pauper
because he didn't do things
the way proper

Here lies the bleeding soul
of a man who could
hear lies
for miles and miles
and turn truth onto them
even if it broke his own back

Here I lie all broken hearted
I came to win big
but turned more into a wind bag
Who knows?
Maybe in my next life,
I'll take up sailing