thanks

for returning the key
thanks
for locking yourself out
thanks for removing me from

all your bull shit


even though I love you


now I can play alone
with only my own bull shit


'pound you out of my head'


-Lahmadaj

Glenn Beck

oh beck beck peck peck
too bad you're not Beck

then you'd be beautiful music

low low man sam
bring your finger higher

wish you'd evaporate

barely hear you speak
though on occasion it invades

wasting your breath

keep on shouting slogans
it will not save your heart

one day to stop and burn itself useless

in line of seeing
appearing like dumb HS peer

your mind flounder

go on and take the bait
convinced yourself again

to hate things

oh beck beck fleck fleck
twist off your head

then you'd be a martyr


-Lahmadaj

'eyebrows

painted on their heads

a mouthful of rotting cavities

drinking coca-cola in the street...'