I don't think anybody will get this.

But here goes anyway.

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is.
Tranlucent flesh and feable bones.
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form
in the free and clear.

When the matters at hand are shelled out,
like lint at a laundromat,
to sift and focus on the bigger, better NOW.

We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending,
and laws and systems and stems of rift
from the branches of office.

Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

Wind down inside your adavistical lore.
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned.

For the rest of us, there's always Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest,
but all we do is catch out breath,
so we can wade naked into the bloody pool
and place our hand on the big black book
to watch the knife zig-zag between our aching fingers.

A vacation is a countdown.
T-minus your life and counting.
Time to drag your tounge across the sugar cube
and hope you get a taste.

What's all this for?
What the hell's going on?

Say you're me and I'm you
and they all watch the things we do.
And like a smack of spite they throw me down the stairs.
Haven't felt this way in years.
The giant magnet of malicious, magnanamous refuse.

Let me go, and punch me into the dead zone again.
That's where you go when there's no one around.
It's just you, and there never was anyone to begin with,
now was there?

Sanctimonious, pretentious, dastardly Bastards
with their thumbs on the pulse and their fingers on the trigger.

CLASSIFIED, MY ASS
IT'S A F'N SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!!!
Government is just another way of saying,
"Better than YOU!"

It's like ice with no pick.
A murder charge that won't stick.
It's like a whole other world
where you can smell the food
but you can't touch the silverware.

What luck!

Fascism you can vote for.

Isn't that sweet!

We're all gonna die someday,
because that's the American way.
I've talked too much and said too little.
When you're gaffer taped in the middle,
say a prayer, save face, and get yourself together,
and see what's happening.

Remember, I'm a wreck, and accident.
Forget the freak, I'm just nature.

Let the heads cool and the engine run,
because,
In the end, everything I'll do is just everything I've done.

Jim