early am in NorthWest,
limping down the street with a pocket full of pills, muttering under his breath about the military industrial complex,
yeah crazy as hell feelin unwell with the rest of em, sociopathic tendencies and world wide wrestling, breathe in the smell of gasoline dreams and fumes of brand new machines getting savage,
getting savaged, mutually assured destruction ravaging the land like an old teflon frying pan,
oh dearie me, pharmaco-industrio sweeps me,
up in sweet embrace of pretty face on the side of the bus sized like outta space, blowing all your fuses in confusion mental contusions get wrapped up in spiritual pollution,
another day space cosmic revelation be blowin up my face,
but they don’t care,
they just do the hundred yard stare,
straight past long hair on the sidewalk of early morning air,
not good morning sir even in response, so i flaunt,
this jaunty broken knee walk,
smile and grin much to their chagrin,
the goddamn planet refuse to stop to spin,
earth days seemingly the worse days,
that’s why they pound the coffee even though they thirrsstayy,
on the metro bus social scale dehydration and lust fuckin up!
drinkin beer with the queers, as the weird,
continue to pay professional sums to get dumb,
fuck it kid suck your thumb in public and get sick like cleaning staph,
bustin out the mops and brooms, sweep out the tomb,
find a sarcophagus under six hundred millennia of dust, light a match, combust.
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