My brain’s insane, in vain.

Free(ends)

Or friends

Or fry(ends)

Either way they fry out eventually

~

Relationships (sunken)

Relationships(sinking)

Relay(shun)shh(hips)

Shaking hips and battleships

~

Drunken 12 pack minds

Killing brain cells

Shot by shot

No blood is poured

Just more liquor

~

Downtown

Weak ends

Breaking free from weak dens

That house your inhibition

~

House music

Is where you body calls home tonight

Bump and grind

Pound to the ground

Fist pumps and push up bras

STDS and open bars

~

2 bars is all it takes

to hang up all that’s

hanging you up

in the coat rack of your consciousness

~

Equalize

Your thighs with my

Phallic surprise

~

We can come until

Your son’s rise

Tomorrow, in mourning

~

Matricide

We are all guilty

~

Crude oil

Crude minds

Crude jokes

Are the naughtiest kind

~

Pelicans slicked,

Blackened from

Petroleum nightmares

Daydreams of green

Have left us this way

~

Who’s to blame

When were all insane

All sprinting for first place

In the human race

~

There

Are

No

Winners

Only the losers think that they have won

~

For the losers win lotto’s

Sperm jackpots

Yachts sailing 7 seas

Yet they cannot see

Beyond their ROLExs

~

X’s and Oh’s, Cheerios

Cheerleaders, false leaders

Trick or treater’s

Actors in theatres

Their roles are being played by

Marionettes attached to the past and to the unwrapped present

~

Tethered to materials (cooked)

Sunfish caught (hooked)

~

Open your mind

Or open your thighs

Either way

I’ll come inside

~

The youth has been crushed

Under radio waves

Surfing tell -a -vision

Channels for freedumb

~

Materials mater only

In the material world

Spirituality is only found

When they run out of breath

(Spir-i-tus |ˈspiritəs|

Noun -Latin term for breath , often used figuratively to mean spirit )

~

When the diaphragm

Turns to dieaphragm

We seek God, Lord, or

Will. I. Am

Where is the love y’all?

~

I don’t know

~

Mid life crisis

Rolled too many dices

38 years still driving just a Chrysler

This suburb is sub-urban

Job security subatomic

Tried to subsidize my lies

With another gin and tonic

~

Ethics erased by ethnics and race

Fifty years later we still judge by face

Appearance , impressions

perception, elections

we still vote the same

can’t elect new precedents

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  • AshleyApathy on Aug 5, 2010

    Wow.. This was, absolutely amazing. O_O
    Your great! What the hell are you doing on THIS website? LOL

  • Dreamescape on Aug 5, 2010

    wow, creative LOL

  • AshleyApathy on Aug 5, 2010

    I also just sent this to my fiancee. Because it’s just so good. lol.

  • Mr Wegman on Aug 23, 2010

    Incredible!!

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