I am tired of their Smiling faces, Their happy white teeth. I am sick of hearing The hallowed problems of the perfect. My rejected genes Are about to howl. There was no law, Only dominance Only survival. You’ve outlawed my shot To make it fair For the weak. I grow so tired Of watching you Be given your shot, Only to fuck it up with a grin. Then be given one after another. The only shot I’ve been given was A shot of whiskey, A shot to my fading vein, A shot at certain failure, Soon A shot to the side of my head. To have to hear your stupid fucking voice Cry like a child I’d just as soon be dead. How many times can a man be told no Before he just begins to take? After all aren’t we all decendants of a club? You cry evolution; I claim easy pickings. You scream faith; well one thing they fail to tell Is that faith is soluable And I’ve long since drowned.
I Fear I Am
Lakes are frozen again I’m drowning in drifts of snow It’s time this oddessy began Wandering farther from a home Closer to a person I know Lost without care or clue Alone on a sorrowful stream of harmony Walking ’til my shoes wore through Submerged in this sequoia’s shadow I shall never be free Not a prayer could save me I am a little sun and a little moon All thrown into one So far from the nearest star Whatever light you see shining Has already collapsed to ash No matter how hard you stare Who I used to be will not appear For one can not catch what is not there I fear I am an elegy of escape I fear I am a runaway tear I fear I am
No Longer Joe
He’s the guy who reads all the lines Left to right, up to down Even in between Looking for hidden treasure He’s the guy who dots all his Is And crosses all his Ts He never had to ask Could you help me please? He wears a simple suit A cheap gray, but pressed perfect Drab in all aspects except his root Firmly grasping at that cliff side Flowering today he walks into deep red reverie A slowly spinning kiss for everyone From the tip of his custom inlaid gun He is no longer Joe Too short to say no Too quiet go with the flow He is no longer Joe No more 9-to-5 No one left alive One final blow No He is no longer Joe