stream of consciousness.

if i could,
yes, i would
just stay put
at the back
of the bus.
if you must,
just don’t care
and in god trust.

get it straight.
this country
is about
greed, money
and lust.
an old machine
covered with rust.

fuck it man.
fuck it all.
fuck your job.
fucking tourette’s
got me again
in a box
with some locks,
which your heart
holds the key.
set me free
on tv
like reality
programming.
market me;
my identity
and personality.
repackage me
for the populous
and masses.
fuck it man.
fuck it all.
fuck your job.
fuck it all.
fuck it all.

06.28.11.