Junk ‘n Stuff

Overtime in this luxurious machine
Cubicle’s full of white scrubbly notes
hair’s receding and stomach keeps bulging
this linen clothes and khaki black pants
Where’s the so called triumphant demon of the angst went
Or the cynical shock-writer with a sword sharp pen
As far as the purplish mirror reflects
This clown’s dreams has been washed ashore
But fear not whitey the circus will come
and your show will the most extravagant
so grab everything and eat what you receive
Today’s greed is tomorrow’s need

look like a mess today
last night cant get no rest
this morning give quite a show
mixed the make-up with horn to blow
turn the handle turn the fuse
this time he know he’s gonna lose
as the twilight sun elevates
this clown’s senses keeps degenerates
backstabbers please get closer
This comedy’s getting funnier

(saw new NIN’s VC last night…, TR is fat!!!)

Working late again
Mind’s full of stain
Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches
Somewhere out there
Backstabber fill his share
No matter how this clown dances
Goddamn poets prevail with their trances
Competing with everything
Still In the end you see nothing

Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches

(I miss my Idiot Box)