jegibbs heeeey get out of my head man! :)
am I destined for anything more than mediocrity?
a low income employee of a state from which I want to move.
uttering not one complaint in the soft boredom of work week.
not given rise nor muster one ounce of courage to break free.
curling up nightly into the lap of boob tube malaise.
there’s too many synthesizers to ride on the bus.
the fat white lard congeals into a man of forty.
he toys with his genocide while mocking a woman’s uterus.
his sweat stinks like decades of bodies rotting in the woods.
a synthesizer next to me asks if his pants are too tight.
I can tell right…
I need to call my mom soon
but the television is no crystal ball.
the toaster is on
but no one has any bread.
run the blooper reel
my life is in the subtitles.
I can hear applause
in the walls of my
I need to sleep
but my coffin still ain’t hip.
shattered my rose colored glasses
while drunk at a party where I knew no one
the corner is a safe place if you don’t mind judging eyes
my own eyes perused a limp bookshelf
proof that I had nothing in common with the hosts
whose social butterflies flown freely amongst the guests
casting a pity smile my way
making me wish I was back at home
where my rose colored glasses are bullet proof.