I flash like lightning
Blue crackling fury
From a cloudless sky

Chicken Littles coming out of the wood work
Like maggots out of a dead deer dangling
From Santa's sleigh ride

Got a devil in the white house
What's new?
You can't recycle old news
You can't put dead bodies in church pews

Pockets full of politics
Heads stuck in blenders
We'll all become activists
As long as Samsung and Zuckerberg can make it happen
On eight inch screens!

Never lifted a finger for a cause past a ballot box
Never gave a fork full of ***** for bums sleeping in parking lots

All of a sudden,
Everyman was stuck apologizing to a female
For an offhand comment
To an off brand television host

Meanwhile, it's still cool to walk up to a reporter
From the five o'clock news
And **** her right in the *****
While she's recording the neighborhood's on going blues!

But hey!  As long as he's not running for office,
He can say what he wants in front of cameras
About any jive female's orifice
Right?

Hmm...

I'm sorry,
Maybe I'm just confused
I don't know what's right anymore
When everything's wrong....
I'd rather just crawl back into my 20 something hole
And take hits from some ****.

I need a good body guy
My ride is a wreck
The engine just sputters
All of the passengers are *****

I give up hope
I think it's a total loss
No one wants to listen anymore
and everyone's the boss.

Remember when we were kids?
We'd climb as high as we could in trees,
And never worry about the fall out.
We reached farther for things we wanted,
Farther than we do now,
The world was our playground,
Our jungle,
And i see we've lost our advantage now.
We were once able to believe in the extreme.
If you wanted to be a doctor,
All you'd have to do was believe.
But once we got older,
Life took us by surprise,
Showing us that if you wanted to be a doctor,
You had to bleed out your fees.
The extreme lived among us,
But not like old fantasies,
A gaping grim grotto,
All us kids had believed.

I would sleep better on your floor
Than I do in my own bed.

I hate sleepless nights
And rolling over to the spot you always lay
Instead of into your arms.

I would enjoy the scratch of your carpet on my body
And pillow creases against my cheeks
As long as it means I'm next to you.

I can't stand all these pillows anymore
Without you to share them with.

Sometimes I look
at thoughts from before
When light came though
my path door

When my dreams didn't
make me wish for
silence, dark quiet
A raven says, "Nevermore"

And I'm on the ground
the cold hard floor
wishing, begging, wanting
for my thoughts from before

All the pain
I had to endure
would be worthwhile
for the thoughts from before

Pull the shutter on my eyes
I don't care to see
The light anymore.
It is a lie
A hateful fallacy
for the eager
to heartily swallow.
Not fit for the sunken —
Godless in their
Corridors of sleep.
Extinguish this flame,
Let my heart rest.
In the wretched kindness
Of goodbye.