Butterflies flapping in the blind spot of my vision
While my mind contorts to it’s proverbial division
Wondering all the thoughts I’m too scared to speak
Like if I do, somehow my soul is going to leak
Trickling out the most important parts of me to page
So somewhere down the line, I wont be able to tell the words from my age
Lies spoken inside deep rooms, Locked behind blinded eyes
Where I just sit there with that dumbfounded disguise
Selling off the best moments to people who don’t even know my nickname
And then turn around and think about them all just the same
Sputtering the truths of lawnmowers and asses of grass
Where I spit on the sidewalks like I was raised with no class
Skittish as hell at my recluse nature of love and be loved
Where it seems in life, the only time I get touched is to be shoved.
I thought once, but then smoke came out of my ears
And I was left to confront all of my most intimate fears…
I’m gonna be the one to die alone.. with a house full of cats
Where I’ll have a funny joke on all of my Welcome mats…
Like “Bring a bowl of milk by midnight or the owner gets it”
And I’ll show my love by getting rid of that clumpable scoopy shit
I’ll snuggle with pussy, but it won’t be the kind you eat
Unless your Vietnamese friend comes over and you want to offer him a treat..
Speaking softly to myself about things I would rather scream
Since I doubt any of you would consider these thoughts even close to clean..
Scrub my mental funny farm down with bleach and Drano
And forget the directions home and the reason why I wanna know..
I thought once, but it just reminded me how retarded I’ve become
But then again, I’ve always thought of you as a genius and me professionally dumb.

09/16/2003

Author's Note: Ahhh... The joys of not sleeping for over 24 hours... Damn me to hell.. I know.. but then again, no matter what I write, I think it stinks...

Posted on 09/16/2003
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