Are you not entertained?
Times have changed,
and no more does
does blood quell the
thirst of the masses.
Only controversy,
global drama.
Heralded by media
fueled by ratings.
The pen is the sword
and the slaughter
economic is
our blood sport now.
Step into the arena
with readied persona,
hire your writers,
and fight the shit fight.
yes, there are no
points, certainly.
Though winners
and losers, there are.
Best laid plans
I'll make plans...
And it'll all go to shit.
What's new, right?
Our ride'll be late,
They lost our tickets,
We sit behind some giants.
The show was terrible,
the guy next to us won't
stop farting up a storm,
Can't leave fast enough,
I left my jacket,
your feet hurt.
Our room key won't work,
left the corkscrew at home,
but at least you're here.
you're all I....
Beast of a Burden
I can't turn away from you,
And I cannot be untrue.
I am caught inbetween,
What is and what has been,
Between me and you.
I do not love you,
but I still do
I do not care for you,
but I still do
I do not miss you,
but I still do
I do love you,
and I love you too.
The crown of love
is growing heavy
on my head
a thousand pounds
sitting steady
on my head
stick around
or leave already
put it all
on my head.
Purity
I still remember the gentle caresses of your fist, the soft wet gnashing of my cheek
against my crooked and made crooked teeth.
Your straight forward nature
and the sick smell of fear
that I could never shake off.
A force of nature, anger incarnate,
son of Montezuma, even Cortez
would beg for deliverance.
I could never run fast enough,
I could never run far enough,
I could never fight hard enough.
Yet I am here. Yet I am better.
Every day is my revenge,
Every night I sleep in peace.
In my memories you are a monster
but in truth, you are nothing,
rotting in the barrio where I left you.