Why Don't I Work

I procrastinate.

I run away.

I refuse to let me think.

Why don't I work?

I fired that clerk

who brought me to the brink.

In destruction,

in perdition

my schooling ship did sink.

I lost my goal

and stared like foal

at failure and I blinked.


My whole crew was

within my head;

my ship was one-man-manned.

I sailed her forth

to college north

and found no gleaming sand.

In this arctic waste

myself i've faced

against me I've made my stand.

This divided crew

does search for truth

and lonesome ships rebranded.

Destruction Ergo Destruction

When your mind's a mess
you try to find a space
where you can save some face
and rectify post-haste

from all the crap they do
that makes you so confused
and it's not at all conducive
to your unfound muse, but

now you are the one that's
pulling that fucking crap
and there' no where in hat
of your magical rabbit

you can find at all where
you can't find your mind there
so you win o'er some mare
and stick your tongue in there where

you can pull out some shit
like fuckin' type class-B Hep.
but when they do the blood test
you get the 'sults and have wept

'cuz your whole life's done
you've gone and had your fun
and when you're twenty some
shit older, have a son

who grows up knowin', dude,
what you're goin' through
which brings about in you
a change in your mood

but you can't figure out
what he is on about
so you bring a bout out
and you start to shout

and pull away from him
whi is your only friend
and so you try to sim-
ulate upon a whim

a better life for y'all
where all your strife, you can handle,
and so your life just falls
short of all you want, and are.