no time for told you sos when the sun goes
surrounded I succumb to dumb suckers in pretty homes
selfishly I smile and say hello
if only for the moment and for false hope
no time for told you sos when the sun goes
pretend prophets
proud abouts and past tense abused
i can’t stand it
the middle class is in the can
Anonymous
Speak for yourself, I have a country to save.
FOR IRELAND, GO GO GO BONO GOAL.
Anonymous
Everything is unfolding as it should. Entropy, chaos can not be stopped. Embrace it. The glaciers will melt, they are melting. Do not worry because there is nothing we can do to stop the universe from revealing what it will with or without our assistance.
play with politicians
you play with manmade rules
this side or that side doesn’t really matter
they tell you what to do because they can’t
that’s no way to live
embrace the chaos within
for that’s where the truth is
Politicians tell you what to think, say, do because they can’t.
Spitballs and empty bic pens for canons
Venom tucked away, a memory’s reservoir
Hall of Fame expatriates penciled in for the first time, the late eighties
All-stars, second stringers, & bullpen reserves will have to wait their turns
There’s not enough saliva to burn y’all in the end
The lineup card on judgement day is going to require a barrel of water & a bucket to piss in
Spitballs and empty bic pens for canons
fish kiss pucker lip poses
internet photos
bedazzled cigarrettes and vegan purses
blind boys buying beer cans
filling hands
bling jeans blinking baby making
practicing exemptions
single mothers on weekend benders
Drop the bat
Catching fastballs in midflight
Curve balls don’t bend at the eyes or break at the knees
Throw that garbage back
Whiff, whiff, whiff
The sound of peasants thinking
Anonymous
What the hail es a riverwalk? What the hail es a rockford? If I had to take a celtic guess, I’d imagine it’s the plank that leads the Druids to their demise. From the river to the gulf, we will win the war against the Druids. For Ireland! GO GO GO BONO GOALLLL!!!
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
A man can marry a goat if he wants to.
A woman can marry a shoe, or two.
It’s all in our heads.
They can’t tell me what I can and can not do.
I will marry all of you if I want to.
I will do it and eat this shoe, too, because
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
You lost my vote in Florida & Ohio.
I will never forgive you & now I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t mean to rhyme or reason why but I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I’ll be voting for a cow, pig, doggie & a bear.
Sharks, fishies & red-tailed foxes earned this power to trust over you & you & you & you–
all of yous.
I don’t care.
I don’t care
I don’t care.
I’ll be voting for a cow, pig, doggie & a bear.
Spicy pasta
passed for panties
just as hot and soft,
laced up at the hips.
I licked my lips
& waited,
& waited,
& waited,
it must’ve been a dream.
Dessert never came so hard on my face.
To everyone who’s fü©ked my ex-wife,
invest in insurance;
life,
health,
car,
home,
rent,
flood,
fire,
tornado
(anything disastrous you can fathom to imagine),
wheel barrel,
and therapy.
To everyone who’s fü©ked my ex-wife,
I wish you luck, humor, recovery and clarity.
got a fox
river on radar
la to new york to tennessee
everywhere
the smoke monster trails
blowing wings off
it stops here
one more drink, cheers
here’s to you
blowing your wings off
little bird
Are you uncomfortable, sitting Indian styled?
Ams spread like a God-Damned Eagle, bald, on the edge of a couch.
Legs crossed at the ankles.
Hi-tops and rolled jeans parallel with the rug.
Part gelled and half-moussed hair, glasses and zits,
stared at Scott Norwood on the television,
while he missed that first field goal for the Bills.
Earlier in the evening, my friends lit me on fire with a cigarette lighter from the bottom of my hoodie to the top of my neck before I realized what the smell of burning hair tasted like. Rueben rolled me on the ground to put out the fire. Watching Norwood miss the first of a few game-winning kicks will never replace this fact:
The definition of “friends” has been dead to me ever since.
It starts there; are you uncomfortable yet?
Stupid, drunk village
Pissing lives away
Automatic urinals
Flushing lives away
Evil serving evil
Exiling lives away
Everyone here will die of alcoholism;
I couldn’t care less.
