Loud world I find silence
Love my own pain
Don't want to forget yesterday
Wash away the pain
Bullet in my brain
It won't take it away
Sitting idle and awake
I won't forget my mistakes
an average of 2,830 cubic meters
per second of rich silt
forms an alluvial plain
spreads outward in a fan shape
from sedimentary deposit whereby
ancient Egyptian civilizations got built
adorning arid topography invaluable
like aorta pumping blood at the nape
of the neck, yet analogous context
engendered engineering feats without guilt
whereby artisans, craftsmen,
early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape
frozen timeless statuary exhibiting
phenomenal abilities to the hilt
associated from mainspring within
fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape
which longest river often overflows
banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt
feeding the rift valley and allowing,
enabling and providing peoples to dominate
flooding the history of mankind
with accomplishments that marvel even today
epitomized by innovations -
alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create
baffling historians how each mortise and tenon
snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block
construed edifices persons did intricately lay
perfect with near geometric exactitude
ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great
faint hints of daily trials and tribulations
recorded for posterity in clay
or shards of broken pottery pieced together
coupling revelations a mosaic plate
which functional artifacts
provided dietary staples
to pagan spirits populace did pray.
We were the kool kids,
messing up and coming down.
We were the kool kids,
always lost, don't want to be found.
As the kool kids grew older,
jokes became serious, problems defined,
only by the choices of their lost,
Social anxiety/illnesses creep in strong.
The death of my mother,
really driving me wrong.
MS suffering family members,
really getting along.
These kids are still lost, never to be remembered, and forgotten in song.
These kids won't be found, as long as I'm breathing, alive and strong.
Growing up sux ***** lel
Filled with non sequiturs
Every single day
But forcing some structure
When it is the opposite.
Throw me in Guantanamo
Give me a **** pizza roll
Fight another war with me
Call me George Bush (or Obama).
9/11 this ****
My mind is a ******’ hurricane
And I’m a ******’ unicorn
Nearly every line a **** reference.
Call me Dave Wallace
And let this sentence run-on
And it might come off as *******
But it’s smart *******.
Might as well be post-post modern
Most **** don’t make no sense
So I’ll be post-post-post modern.
Libertarian like Ron Swanson though
Liberty and freedom pretty cool though
Gary Johnson is the man though
All this government so disgusting though.
Go to college
Get a job
Have a family
Go live in the suburbs.
Nah I’m alright
I’ll be broke as f-
**** **** for fun
**** I hope nobody thinks that’s homophobic.
Uh, I think I better go
With all these non sequitur
Das Racist, Kool A.D…whatever man
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