homo sapiens say give me a break…. or a steak. honestly fake and easy to make.
The second time for the who knows how many times tries at skimpy lies bundled up and labeled surprise! it cries and to life, jumps,
coming to rise
opens eyes
cries
lies
buys
performs live
expert in jive
high fives and muff dives
barflies and long drives
hopeful bribes to stay alive
the walk along lines
saying
careful, son, cause its
thrive or dive
juggling knives and wives
conniving and writhing
always dying,
stopped trying after too much crying and repeating
rhyming im not buying
mouth drying as the words are slime frying
repeatedly hung for drying outside,
the monsters spying. waiting for you to be minding
minding yer own they take yours and make it their own and moan and bone and
loan and groan of their special seriousness is being shown in the big boy grown,
mind of stone, so you are much safer being alone to get blown and gobble ‘done
to bed thrown without making a sound
a note
or a write, waited all night for the same old thing
scared and
microwave bing!
leading to bring
the song to sing this
evening and night
long into the dark
blathering lark lit by spark
passed out in the park with slacks of shark
blindly trying to hit the mark thinking physical dapper is the answer
knowing the reason for the joy is good old disco dancer
reeling and rocking throughout the glow and sparkle of time
the living sights overflowing the cause for knowing
that stumbles and always goings that comings
are stopped and the influx valves cropped and tied off
dried off and skinned hide off, just to write off
as a blind scoff that they got off
on
the power and yearning to toy
with any old boy or even girl
no qualms about who as long as its you
who stays glued to their poison boobs of nothing chemical breathing truths
drinking shady in the dusty booths that we used to peruse the news
and turned booze into words used to dazzle yous, praise them in pews
make ‘em front page news and designer shoes, still with everything to lose
so poorly choose and fake the blues, brushing off yer dues with ease and expertly learned smooths.
so ill smoke and toke, a goofy dope
smiling joke and an easy poke
forever broke and a matching tote
lifted by the ‘scrot
…um
… i thought i wrote
but basically not even a speck of a note in a world where there is value in the gloat.
so heart smote and hiding out in the moat.
leftover goat for dinner and silent stupid throat
it dont work, its all spooked and skittish leaving trail of junk
lost all my spunk when i had to bunk
with some halfassed “punk”
fucking bunk dick dunk of a cunt
portraits of complex junk, perfectly composed
crafted with care but a flimsy stare you wear, mon frere
seen through
left bare
and convinced they are rare strutting cocky mare
sensual slut with a mouth watering pair
or a silly serious glare from over there
where the gang of thugs stare and fix their totally stellar hair
both for beauty and to share at the cutting edge fair
who cares about the fares of being fair when
i will retire to my lair and have a bubble bath with barry white beaming bassy love light, feeling alright but slight.
for constant fright take flight and i might just bite and walk the narrow days and sell myself for two bit empty praise and no more waves and no more rhyming for funk sake yer as exciting as the man made lake,
get it, maaaaan
fucking fake!
so jokes on me,
like a face hit
with a step on the rake
misplaced in the days gone by covered in brown leaves crunch
and reruns of the brady bunch playing forever
while i contently eat my lunch
made at home early that day
happily carried
pleased all the way
way to go on the sticker from the teacher
yer going to hell, something something something
said the preacher
and i still became the leacher
the lecherous old clump
scouring the dump
for a gold nugget from the days of simple ease
thoughts from bees, and holy trees
sucked dry from human disease
all we want is all we please.
so ending the tantrum in sudden surrender and sleaze
happy to dumbly be,
im a sneeze in the breeze
a single janlge of keys
or a sound of the knees
ending with please
and as miscellaneous as gathering beads
of sweat sometime, somewhere
on the forehead, dropped from the hair
always liquid nowhere
i become the goo intangible
and bounce away in an ancient glare.
gone and back and gone again,
time for tasteless and time for
special shine from the golden gift racks
where theres a plethora of shallow
attacks at yer back and a ruthless kick to the sack
brings me back to the grumbling ghost
stuck in the crack
of good friends ass
fed with bullshit and sass
forced to drink gas and buck to be passed
torn up and harassed
no class, havin a blast
and losing
fast
running past in body cast and lost in the mass
splash crash
and then bash
yer trash with a swift
yer set adrift to lift
the weights of the game
the flame of the lame
burning with the rage of tame
the greedy jones for fame
and the meaning not found
just the incriminating stain
you got thinking you wouldnt be plain
too insane
so i hide in brain, trap already lain to protect the train out of control you seem to be, nothing nothing
something
and a spare
always exploding bright and hungry for love in its gluttonous search for attentions of various universes, never wanting less than the rest, cause you are the best! so fucking sure you made it a nest, to test the stress of yer rest barely at all
cause in sleep you may fall, down to second place, that cannot happen ill be a disgrace to this face and to space which is a race to debase yer so called homies and blowmes when words are words and baloney is throwing
easily caught and easily sent
this is way too much,
im spent
……………………. sign on my forehead says: FOR RENT.
until everything wanes…
