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breakdown diaries


no goodnik
louses
trying
at every turn
to take you
down into
the pits
of the tarred
feathered hells
where fury
will sweep
them into
a sleep
they only
wish was
a bad dream

noone out there
bothers me ever
they help me
each and every turn
because they can
see in my eyes
and they don't hurt me
it's just the way it is
and if i do go down
then i'm going
down for a cause
unlike the others
who want
to sit
courtside
and referee
the whole game
in field goal range

get out!
and feel it!
see for yourself...
get out of your
estates...you created
this fate

fathers
who hate
their daughters
and leave them
out on the street
because of their
political interests

no Golden Pond
reunion movie
for me
just simply
free
and
doing
it the hard
way
to learn

i inherited
a dead mother
for no good
reason
other than
your politics
and their lies
my brothers
lies
in their
dripping
hippie
bullshit

this ain't no game
i ain't playing
neither is God

we are going down
as i write
it may seem slow
but it's at
very vapid rapid
heart rate
away

fools
gold

i've got
a dead mother ash
on my tongue
a taste
of burnt
casket
blanket ash
all over my hands
rash
of blood
evil
money
hooded freaks
let out
the blue
and bleed
into the red sea

at last!

heal this sickness
blast it out
into the ozone
where it's sure
to fall back
on your golden thrones