A Chronic Lack of Sleep
Don’t write such sappy simple poetry
The world deserves better
Than the shit you spout
Asshole to piehole
Are you stuck in a rut?
has the everyday lost its zing?
Where is this purpose
where is this drive?
Fake intellectualist
all pretension/no substance
Listen to the crickets chirp
the moonbeams electrify the air
God exists where you find it, love
hate death life, love
Listen to the wind blow
the stench and whispers
Build up your false God
Call it your bullshit
Words like an abortion
words to shock your heart
FEEL something damnit
the machine keeps beeping
heart keeps pumping
ticker keeps ticking
Fake fuck poet
just scream in pleasure
like you mean it
like you really meant it
Fake it till you make it
and one day all New York
all New York will be drenched
drenched in your second coming
Oh I really feel it this time
I really feel alive
beep beep metal heart beats
like a steel drum
So god damn phony!
Big headed mongrel
believe in yourself
God is inside you
What atheist
Sleep soundly now
Sleeps alone now
Oh ironic lovers
Lay with lambs now
Because tonight’s the night
Tonight’s the night