*A Poem*

Take me away from here
This bleeding chair
And these stained sheets
Fly me to the moon
I'll drop it like a cannon ball
Rid the universe of this curse called the human race
I'd look up yr number
If you had a name
Guitars made out of shoe-boxes and rubber bands
We'd sing the songs that belong to eternity
And when a child humms them a hundred years from now we'll know we are immortal
And we've known we are immaterial
But what does it mean if I just want to take yr clothes off, smoke chronic and drink gin
Get more fucked-up than I've ever been
Wearing sunglasses and rubbers made for sensitive skin
Got a haircut like a muther fucking shark fin
Stay a little while and I'll tell you where I've been
I broke out of prison with a bobby pin
I ran for every kind of office though I know I can't win
Got beat by the pigs until they broke my shin
Shit!
These eyes have seen things that words could never do justice to
And I guess I'd say I'm beginning to feel the heat
Loosening my tie
Untucking my shirt
I want to tell the world how dead they all are