Sunday, November 18, 2007
i want kids with safety bricks
Purgatory, Texas
did we crawl from the sea?
were we molded from dirt?
i don't watch what i say
i don't care if you're hurt
can't walk afoot around in this town
when the sun has come up you cast your eyes down
the kids drop E to watch explosions in the sky
a hug and a kiss and then it's goodbye
i should say you know better
than to run off with the gun
i should write you a letter
but your devil has won
we pop the pills for recreation
we cut ourselves for liberation
we talk about dijudication
we live in blind inebriation
the air smells like shit
the rain tastes like spit
all caused by the fumes
from which death blooms
this is fucking retarded
this is pathetic writing
i hate you all