walk away

at the bar
i enjoy flirting with women
the ones with fake tits and fake smiles
even the ugly girls, fat and greasy
i feel the urge to fuck them as we talk
but then
when i sense they want the same
i lose all interest
and get filled with disgust
that's when they lean in for a kiss
and i walk away

synopsis of a suburban psychosis

(written with Petter and Ashley)


i don't like bugs, man
they're on to me with their beady eyes
exoskeletal spies
they crawl up my anus when i sleep
rearrange my dreams
my b-b-b-brain is seeping, creaking
improper thoughts are leaking
they know all about my responsibilities
and the filth! oh the filth!
they slurp it and they stare
in the heat of the hedonistic hellfire
are they laying eggs?
egg-brain!
hatching judgment

i don't wanna talk about bugs anymore

naked flower-stick

(written with Petter and Ashley)


watch out for my beating-stick
i warned myself
my anger has been collecting dust
but i will polish it
is it beautiful?
it's skewed and dark, that much is obvious
i'm a hunter when i'm naked
my opinions chew your meat
your meat is neat
my marbles are brass
i will stick my beating prick up your ass
then give you flowers to cover up the mad
it's kinda sad
i only feel when i feel bad
will this ever end
this self-inflicted blame
one time i want less of the same

the other day, was a year ago

the other day, was a year ago
my mind wandered i guess
it does that sometimes
and my life is passing by
if you ask what i've done
i will laugh
loud and confident
and point to these words
you see?
i wrote a poem
what else do you want from me, you maggot?

one day i'll be old
it happens so fast
my mind will wander
and never come back
so you don't like this poem, you bastard?
well, i wrote it one day when my mind wasn't there
and i'm good at pretending
that i really don't care

goddamn this nonsense

there is something stuck in my brain

i have painful lumps of shame
angry pieces of memory stuck in my mind
in the corners and corridors
clogging my brain
killing any chance of sane conversations
the pills i took
i let them down
but pills are merely make-up
disguising the most disgusting of emotions
i've read the labels
searched the shelves
but what i'm looking for
it isn't there
mental-floss
for mental care