Can't motherfuck a motherfucker
From the underfunded klutz who nev
The pick- a- booger- at- your- wake is
bumping "I'm your pusher"
Juvenile Intruders at the gate
Like time machines for shrink
Rifling through their recipe
Of piss and repugnant energy
Spun him out of the 70s, to
Fire- eater trying to keep it on
the green side of the dirt
This is tea- time with the worst
Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Now I go through my old clothing
Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
Walk away feeling like I should have
Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge,
You're free to build with the other end
Shriek into the vacuum if in spite
You wake up feeling empty like
Houdini's grave probably is
Volley with the quintessential
I'm offended by everything
My opinions come in a manger,
they drove me off the lot
Still into ghost stories and pot an d the clas
Procedural crime drama shows
Ah, old pros throw bows to the 808
You couldn't throw a rope
Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn
Daniel"s under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged
Socialites from pageant hell with
plastic smiles and robot eyes
I'm hoping you all grow into
As your moment of self- reflection
Look, with the steel chair,
sure to serve the veal rare
Brush up your evasion and
basic tactical field care
I was on that constant futile
I been ignored for longer than
By a scarecrow covered in crows
That's like hellions thinking hell
is just ok but needs some polish
It helps to know intimidation's all
Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot,
Suffolk County, it's a zoo
Puppy chow and bitches brew,
it's not exactly chicken soup
It's heavy- lifters lifting,
it's ginseng on his whistling
It's we don't find the flippancy convincing,
Older Yeller, never knew a no- kill
shelter in his doggy days
Now I draw my neighbors over
Kouign- amanns and coffee stains
A walled and whirling urchin,
more ob servant than audacious
I document the great unwashed
For a gallery of grifters channeling
Sid's action figures grafted
With his little sister's after
markers glue and scissors
It's trippy, the truth and fic
Maybe it's weirder they've never
been photographed together
Sometimes the stomach disappears
from under a retreating lens
And patterns of a need to please,
abusive folk re veal themselves
I'm peeling back the layers,
I'm sneaking past the lasers
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter,
I'm a seed to blackened acres
The dogs I think are following me home
Your music makes a motherfucker
Rejection of the spirit by
If you mess up every friendship come
get swept up in the current here
Wheels fall off of cars when they see him
Seas part, green trees march
I'm known to eat the heart and keep
Are you starting to be part