Mormon Bike Collision

Horny god smoking crack on the toilet
with earmuffs on his ears,
made by autistic boy scouts
with carcinogenic flesh

So you send your money for plumbing
And the dentist does his job
It's a thousand dollar buttfuck,
and you can't get enough

Intervention

"Come on now, sit down in the circle.
All smiles. We just want to help."

Affirmative. Help your own crippled ego.
I can't be blamed that I'm fucking my dreams
And you just keep dry-humping your own.
You won't ever come.

You say I'm going down.
You dictate my best interest.

Who the fuck are you?

Your ego has you caught, bleeding, in its steel jaws of death.
And the holes in my brain are bigger than your brain could ever be.

When the world is in my pocket
I'll toss you right aside
With the rest of the garbage.

Lament of Breathing Man

I'll sell my soul for another hour.

Walk on down to the crossroads, sign the deal myself.

Screaming, flailing. I'll break my own skull.

As long as I'm not you.



Walk across a sea of nails, rusty as they seem.

I'd rather be infected than have you in my brain.



I'll give my last breath just to shit on your plate.

Break my hand just to blacken your eye.

Bleed my blood to cut you.

Because I love the violence.



Violence is my opiate.

Drive myself mad for just that much more.

When my fist lands on your pathetic face,

I won't ever stop.

I'll keep on till you kill me.



I'll shit on you. I'll fucking shit on you.

ZANG!

Nothing but a long wait
On a full sloshing stomach
Could it just be late?

ZANG!

The room takes on a new life
Breathing, pulsing, waving
Beckoning my laughter's light

Only moment's earlier it was boring, cold
Now my body tingles in warmth
And I watch as everywhere, beauty unfolds

Pupils dilate, body stimulates
Thoughts soothe and nicely flow
Everything becomes rightfully profound

Quick, we must venture off!

Knowledge, now in blotter form

Blotter hits the tongue
Chemical wisdom soaks into I
Yes, only moments remain
Before ego recedes
And beauty prevails

Manufacture of the Baby Pisa

Emerging from human abyss
Wide open like pupils of Moses on mushrooms,
Speaking with God

Showered with love
Then molded with the skill of a potter
To custom shape of perfection

A cat is beaten to a pulp
For wanting to know, and they stop
The mind that lusts to grow

Baby Pisa screams for support
For the chicken has not warmed its egg
And the egg rots. And the rotten gives birth again.

Running for Miles from Doom in the Backyard

Mentally impaired indeed
Soaking up the story they fed you
Just like that light beer
Held in your sticky hand
Lose a trillion pounds this week
Canvas sacks of the Pope's bullshit
Dangling from the sun
And you sucked it right up with your Happy Meal straw

In the likeness of a pig
Soaring down the highway
Drunk as fuck off your own delusion
It's no fucking wonder
That when your concrete dick to the sky
Went limp like a billionaire in the sack
Who'da thunk your pride would be brought to the ground
By a man with no running water?