Heat, Bugs, Money and Sweat
I want to know who invented
the whole idea of money
so I can
choke the life out of them
Bills, Pet Food, Groceries,
Services galore
The money keeps on slipping by.
Life keeps on
fucking
itself
Inside Out
Hanging me out like a hotwire
Ready to shock unwary citizens.
Fuck the money meat
Mysterious Earth
You are not so encaptivating tonight
The phasing out of senses
They become so much entertaining TV flicker.
The death in front of you is
Not as good as the other dozen flavors.
An orgy of sand and fog
Hungry worms stealing the beauty
from everything.
Money is quicker than
liquid suicide, especially
when other people are involved.
Fast-lane inspiration
Years swim by lightning fast
blinding the passengers holding
wads of bills and coins stuffed
in their pockets screaming to
change the fucking channel
Sleep is not soon enough,
and another day begins.
Hit
Snooze, then
Make
more
money
posted by novachild @ Wednesday, September 15, 2004,
