souless fast food junkies eating life from chinese take-out cartons
chewing mindlessly-swallow quick before the taste buds awaken!
Realying on machine line corporate cookie fortunes for a little distraction-
EYE mean direction, inspiration, explanation for exhistance
wrapped up neatly hidden behind the ancient symbols you just crumple up and toss into the trash
to join the christmas cards unopened and the soulmates undiscovered
rotting away with all the other disposable waste
the epitame of victimy from me you'l recieve no sympathy you poor pity me hipocracy and your self inflicted wounds
are nothing but disgusting scabs of uncultivated potential
skin deep surface level smile
paint it on from nine-to-five inside a card board cubicle of doom
feeding yourself constantly that at least our not a bum
well I would rather stink of sweat and blood and tears and age and sex and love and loss, would rather saok in the rain
let the sun burn holes into my clothes
stand wrinkled, whithered by experience's hand
savoring every scrap of life right down to the bone
sipping wisdom from a bowl of stars
than settle for a placid contentment inside a hollow disconnected shell,
pissing on the sidewalk of humanity,
wanting to make something your own