Wednesday, September 30, 2009

jobless



so hard to find a job
economy hates a kid like me
need a better image for the working class
not a punk trying to slide by

lost my receipt



you owe me 9 tacos
plus interest equals 7 tacos,
dos burritos, and one tortillla cheep
you pay to stomach

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

birds head



youve fallen through all the cracks
like the bag of birdseed i spilt
spill your blood in spite of them
all because you have a birds head

Saturday, September 19, 2009

circles



this paddle pushes water
trying to go north
if only you would paddle too
we wouldnt be going in circles

lung



you told me i should never smoke
they made it look so cool
my lungs hate me now... whatever
i fucking hate them too

peek



you tell me to cover my eyes
so i dont gaze upon the forbidden
but you cant tell im peeking
i know your fucking secrets