Everyone and everything
changes except for me.
I stay the same Even when I change the view I
have of life from something true,
worth some great acclaim to something I'd like to
set aflame to a thing that exists to teach us pain
then wash away down
some final drain - strange enough -
I stay the same. I've dragged through
awkward teen ages chasing a promise I
made to myself that while life may seem gray
it will get better
and for some time i stopped to smell all the colors and
taste like I'm free only to grow up too fast
and entirely bypass the things this life
may have offered me
if i found
a better way
to ask.
Following a rush of blurred colors and thoughts I am
a concentrated clot of what some
would call life and I am still no better
than when I was a toddler
and all my problems could be solved by
chocolate milk and
warm summer weather.

Gone Gonzo's not an insult it's a way to live
It's an impulse and a spirit and the ******* don't give
It's a life and a love and a heart attack
It's about no regret and never looking back
It's the kindred spirit you met in Seoul
It's the voice inside that screams *******!
It's a kiss and a coffin and a knife in the back
It's seven pounds of *******
It's never going back
It's ******* rhymes while you can barely see
Why you writing
"OOOH LOOK AT ME"
It's despair, it's desire
It's through these diatribes I enact my demise
A drunk-*** kid, a broke-*** town
Who even gives a **** if I get out?
Drugs and drunks and ***** and *****
And ****** and Doors and "**** THE LAW"'s
From kids in clothes I can't even afford
It's like our childhood lost it's passion
No Vietnam or Thatherism
What war on drugs no drugs just war
Is there a thing I ain't already saw?
Information's up but stocks is down
There any life left in this town?
There any heart or there any soul
Or that just another thing those ******* stole
And no I don't mean "the MAN"
I mean those ***** you call your friends
So smoke some drugs
Look out for yourself
**** some ladies
****, **** some men
Now write it all down
**** it all *****

“I don’t normally do this,” you said.
“You know, I’m a Christian.”
Oh, thank goodness.
I was worried I’d just drunkenly ******
a heathen.

the number of  times
i regret being myself
are outnumbered by
the times i regret being somebody else
the times i regret trying to be better
the times i regret trying to be different
the boys i regret
the cigarettes i've smoked with people i hate
the times i fell just short of getting laid
(cos girls need that too, you know)
the times i've been walked in on
the times i put my shirt on backwards
but i still pretend
and every night after every beer
i am somebody new
somebody different
somebody better

i went to the anarcho-communist meeting
nobody knew who was in charge
and an aggressive looking group of thuggish types
were monopolizing the juice and biscuits