As We Continue... to Decay

the rum is chilled ready to mix
as the cats cry out loud under my bedroom window
screeching waiting wanting each other
pussy chasing pussy
cars hiss by and brakes squeak for stops
slow creeping police cruiser up and down
up and down
up and down this hole
as the women with boyfriends
push opposite ways against cold wind
throwing sparks
as each strike ignites against cold steel
everyone in there is restless
and the boyfriends with no women
stand atop chairs
jerking off into the wind
with a noose tight around their neck
getting the timing just right
they're gonna need it
because tomorrow they take the big job
and they'll tie another noose around their neck
in the morning
marching like millions of little plastic soldiers
into tall buildings
that will eventually
eat them alive
they drive home in their steel cages
and police pull them over
to generate revenue because the state goes under
and
he wants nothing more
but to exist without causing a disruption
his fight is over
as for me
i'll sit here night after night
sucking on this bottle
pounding on these fucking keys
until my fingertips are calloused
i'm carving out my own piece of the American Dream
my own little corner of paradise
with a much needed dose of
truth

Letter to George Carlin

Georgie,
thank you for leaving so much for us. i have a plan for my future son (or daughter). i'll start them off easy, mostly Thomas the Tank Engine so they can get to know what Uncle Georgie looks like, and it'll be nostalgic for me, sitting there, as close to the tv as possible, it will remind me of those times i watched the show during those long afternoons at my aunt's house. as my child progresses, i'll get them on to Bill and Ted's.... but i know they'll eventually start losing interest. you get it right? of course you do.
I was probably in my room jerking off or watching M.A.S.H. when i heard my father call for me, i walked over, slumped shoulders, wondering what could cause this kind of disruption in our home? i stumbled into the room, still dragging my feet like a lousy snot nosed punk.
"check this guy out, he's funny."
i looked up and there you were, you still had most of your hair then, and it wasn't white. Carlin on Campus? possibly?
Sometime in high school, i tried to be either you or Andrew Dice Clay.
yeah i know, quit yelling.
So you get where i'm going? Consider this a thank you. a small insignificant gift now that you are gone. i admire you ability to work the word, you phrase them, time them, wrap them up and shoot them out of a cannon, you compare and contrast, point and shout, organize and shuffle all at the same time. more than your humor, the working of the word. it's beautiful. it's motivating. Fucking up lifting.

You'll live on, i'll be damn sure of it.

"Rat Shit, Bat Shit
Dirty old twat
69 assholes tied in a knot

hooray!!!
Lizard Shit!!!

FuCK!!!!

-alex