Call It What you Want.

they won't miss you tomorrow
if you don't come by
the beers will find a way to get poured
the wine will make its way into the glass
and this world
despite what you think
won't end
you're not needed
and neither am i
or any of us for that matter
the mark you leave
is but a skid mark
on the underpants of life
you'll eventually be washed out
with large amount of clorox
or tossed
into the garbage
with the other shit stained underpants
we're not needed now
in this generation
where everyone.. and i mean everyone
has A.D.D
i don't think it's the hormones in the vegetables
or the smog
or the ozone layer
i think it's us
we can't
for the love of anything
pay attention for more than 3 seconds
to anyone
anything
without wanting something more
spoiled
we're all so spoiled
we consume like animals
and shit so much
that this world is knee deep
in
it
and it's not getting any better
because the parents get kinder
gentler
and the boys dress like girls
the girls are way too skinny
because that's sexy now
it's illegal in california
to be attracted to a woman
if she can't easily wear a fedora
ray-bans
and a potato sack for a shirt
what's happening to us?
did we all just give up?
so unoriginal
that we have to rip off
past fashion trends
and make them marketable?
there are
so many blank faces out there
vacant
empty bodies
bouncing off each other
begging for something
some religion
some fact
something to believe in
to make us whole
what you do today
won't matter
tomorrow
in the greater sense
all you can do
is be good to those
who deserve it
laugh at the ones that don't
and believe
mostly
in
white noise.
YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO SAVE THE WORLD
and the only thing you inspire
is an erection in our pants
the only thing you love
is to brag about yourself
and the only thing
that matters
is how you treat individuals
because in the end
they'll be no plaque for you
no ceremony
but the sorry saps who
stand around your grave crying
will remember you
so start piling those saps up
you're gonna need them to look good.

Deviants

i see
in
your beady
little eyes
something
sparkling
something
somebody else
left
be
hind.
i see
in my Jack of Hearts
a purpose
a symbol
an hour glass
always
half
full
in
the chaos
of
life
order will be had
puzzle
pieces
and the border first
group by color
group by chance
if it keeps
itself
somewhat
remotely
in
order
the
rest
will
work
itself out
damn
your
eyes