America Online
This is a serious course of action;
manifestos manifesting great arcs of being, the whole
“I was just born” deal, as if to say – something a little
comes along alot this way.
I forgive my parents and thy trespasses. I don’t believe in
the passing of the old guard
or passwords for that matter,
and we are matter, and you don’t matter,
and I am madder than hell.
The United States has turned into Friendster.
A buddy system. A civilization of social netowrks,
two barrel pork bottom of the believe when I say
you don’t deserve the dollars you made today.
I am your milkman. I am your coal miners daughter.
There is a fire burning beneath Centralia,
and it’s been burning for 40 years.
I want to walk out into the desert and never be seen again.
There are coyotes in my eyes
and my mouth is made of lizards.
Feeling the soft touch undertow of forgiving.
Beckoning the bright northern star.
Abandon all drive thrus. Take the long way to get there.
Sorting through riffs for the perfect catch phrase.
LOL. LOL. LOL. LOL.
Emoting emoticons of grizzle face plant head desk dumb shit shoulder pad office
space fuck this place pc load letter grid lock bumper to bumper 405 I5 eye hate
to drive and i’ve got a mine’s eye to mind lie do or die out to dry drop dop druid
drink the blood of an Englishman
Fe fi fo fum (fuck you)
tumbling down into swordplay tribal play greek theatre and I’m a jersey shore whore
home come to guido your gummy bears and breathe new life into the sand bags
holding up the dock, sitting on a lotus leaf and tarting out these trifling titty tumbles,
breaking bottles in bedlam breakfast eggbeat I can’t believe it’s not butter sausage grill
holding down the fort until I’ve found my way,
everyday I make a new commmotion
Only I’m looking over my shoulder and finding out the hardway.
When i gaze out into the sky line helicopters buzzing overhead, the rattle of a muffler,
the times, the times i’ve almost been hit by cars,
this is a daily assault. This isn’t my fault. This is the way things hafta be.
On the clock and I spend my days in socks and sweats and make out like a bandit
hiding from the law
when I haven’t done anything wrong
