Don’t put off til tomorrow what you can do today
Its always work work work and no more play
working hard or hardly working
well trust me no one’s really working
they would much rather be jerking off
the some hot ***** buxom blonde
they found while surfing
the (alternative to working) world wide web
but that won’t change the ebb and flow
it’s nothing but ******* stop and go
a shitstorm of ‘hurry up and wait’
that makes us indecisive babies
because specialization creates dependence
what happened to the renaissance men on our planet?
a man can only do so much
and woman only gives her touch
what? so there’s no more time in life to learn
and I’ll just have to wait my turn?
what about potential? I’m ready to be educated
there’s more to life than wasting time getting wasted
and self-fornicated
let me tell you how to do your job
you’re in my way, I won’t be robbed
of any chance I have to be the best, I wanna impress
but mere population overflow represses my need to show
show you how I can run this show
all by myself, I know,
I sound like an *******, we could all be fantastic
if we weren’t so fanatic just cuz we don’t fill a quota
that determines our determination
when we fill out simple-minded worksheets or switch stations
that’s messed up
we might as well give up and become chronic masterbaturs

Here is the scholar
Yelling about novels and critics
I say I've read or heard of
     But I never will
Crying over language; he wishes he
Was either stupid or genius

He is smarter than I will ever dream

His accidental denim reflection
Begs the world to see him
As a true artist
As an artist he has spent hours
Days, weeks, months, researching
For the sake of knowing
More than men like me
       Spontaneity saves him from the
       Crushing off-pitch reality he is so
       Scared of. Hiding behind his brain
His literary monologues and witty
Criticism,
            he is so troubled with ***.

You can have one smack
but don’t smack my ***
my ***** are too big
go sit your own *****
who’ll blow you for ****
and you can smack her ****
Don’t come to me to slap a cheek
I’ll turn the other cheek cuz I’m not that weak
Any day of the week you wanna kiss my ***
go right ahead, but don’t give me head
**** up all you want but don’t **** in my bed.

A large gold and brass gate hovers
A foot above the gravel
As I wonder how much it cost
I drive down it's path in awe
Of the Christian reverence of
The castle.

I stumble through the immaculate foyer
Embarrassed at the depth of my jaw
Only then realizing I was staring

The stairway to materialistic Heaven
Has so many steps,
      a step for every
      Wish that I could wake up and
      forget my dream
At the top of the mountain is a child's waiting room as she waits to age
Beyond her lobby is a hungry ocean and gossip

As the water pressure builds, we
Lose conscious thought and
Delirium takes hold, with only enough
Sanity left to order Chinese food