POEMS AND LYRICS:
Early Late, Film War, Fuck a Slut, Laugh, Summer in Crapville
(BY THAD)
EARLY LATE
When I feel like I should be dead
I walk outside to clear my head
Not quite morning, and not quite night
There is nobody else in sight
Sometimes it's all that you can do
To spend quality time with you
It is early, but it's not bright
It is late, but there are no lights
There was a time when you were sure
You knew exactly who you were
Familiar to be on your own
So used to feeling all alone
And when happiness did occur
You became a complete stranger
But didn’t it feel stranger when
You had to be yourself again?
Seems like knowing ourselves so well
Means that we have to go through hell
These frequent walks, shared for a time
But like before, they’re now just mine
Started early, but it was night
Now it's late, but it's getting light
FILM WAR
There once was a young man named Chuck
Who didn't have too much good luck
He made short films in his spare time
Which most people thought was a crime
He lost an eye the year before
So his camera angles were poor
His editing was not too great
Because his timing was quite late
He made one film about a spork
And everyone called him a dork
A film festival came to town
It made Chuck's frown turn upside-down
Chuck wanted to impress the crowd
But not by being crude or loud
He placed in all his emotion
And made a film with stop motion
On this movie, he tried his best
And put his talent to the test
Me made sure his film wasn't dull
Then went to the film festival
Nobody watched Chuck's movie, though
Because the festival said "No!"
They didn't even screen his vid
All that they said was "Beat it, kid!"
They turned down his animation
Because of his reputation
They just assumed Chuck was a fool
Despite the fact his film was cool
Chuck sent an anonymous tape
And all the judges thought it great
But if they knew who it was from
They would have thought his tape was dumb
Well, on the film festival day
The tape, Chuck sent in, did not play
The place blew up and they all died
Because there was a bomb inside
Chuck's Indie Film they did deny
And their rejection made him cry
He came quite close to suicide
But instead, all the others fried
Thinking of the innocents killed
Was quite enough to make Chuck filled
With amazing despair and shame
Wanting change, but feeling the same
Howling winds blowing through his soul
He peered in his cereal bowl
All the lost lives of those he took
Haunting his little breakfast nook
Wandering streets of confusion
In Vegas such an illusion
New film fests beckoning, and yet
The memories he can't forget
Three-dollar rib at cheap buffets
With Chuck's entire mind a maze
Electric lights blazing the place
Rivers of sweat upon his face
Jingling of a silver dollar
A losing crap player's holler
But what of young, tormented Chuck?
Did he have any kind of luck?
Drifting further down Sin City
Paying prices rather shitty
Not knowing his actual goal
Gnawing away Chuck's tortured soul
The roll of snake eyes with cussing
Black Jack dealers tossing nothing
But 22, life is a bust
There is no real value or trust
Strip clubs that charge a hundred buck
Companionship needed by Chuck
Dead fans filling his existence
Add time to eternal sentence
The winding road calls out to Chuck
Imploring him to get his truck
Beating into his heart and mind
Chuck starts the engine. What's to find?
FUCK A SLUT
You were such a slut
Even took it up the butt
But your sleazy bitch ass still rejected me
Not that I should care
But how should I feel when there
Are probably hundreds that you fuck daily
I can safely say
You weren't my type anyway
And your empty personality is shit
You are very hot
But there's nothing else you've got
Useful for meaningless sex and that is it
I'm gonna fuck you in the crotch hole
I'm gonna fuck you in the ass hole
I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth hole
I'm gonna fuck you in the nostril
I'm gonna fuck you in the ear hole
Then maybe fuck you in the eye hole
I'm gonna fuck you in this new hole
The one I just made with my knife
It's tight and it bleeds
When I open the wound up with my penis
The blood squirts my balls
Unlike your pussy
This deep knife gash provides the friction needed
For me to get off
You lose so much blood
It's just like a crimson flood
Yet I keep thrusting against an open vein
Then I start to cream
My sperm enters your bloodstream
Now it's time for me to fuck out your small brain
Say goodbye to life
Now I'm using the same knife
To carve into your ocular cavity
My cock is inside
Looks like semen's being cried
Oh, if only your slashed eyeball could still see
I fucking fucked you in the crotch hole
I fucking fucked you in the ass hole
I fucking fucked you in the mouth hole
I fucking fucked you in the nostril
I fucking fucked you in the ear hole
I fucking spurted in your eye hole
I fucking came inside your new hole
Which I created with my knife
It's tight and it bled
When I opened the wound up with my dick head
There was so much gore
And now that you're dead
I was about to go on home but instead
I'll fuck you some more
LAUGH
I laugh at really racist jokes
I laugh at fat and ugly folks
I laugh at sick and twisted stuff
And people who aren't smart enough
Please don't think I'm delirious
But why should I be serious?
The world does not need anymore
Hard asses to make life a bore
In my room there is a section
Where I can see my reflection
Cause there's a mirror on my shelf
So I look and laugh at myself
I try to keep from getting sad
Cause when I do, some will get mad
To them I'm just someone to use
As if my job were to amuse
I know it's extremely inane
To think that I must entertain
Of course it's obvious I could
But that does not mean that I should
If I am joking with a friend
It's likely that I will offend
But that's because I'm being me
Not everyone thinks I'm funny
What I find funny, most find sad
If someone's sickened, then I'm glad
Think I'm a jerk? Well I don't care
I will not hesitate to share
"It's not appropriate", they say
"To mock the fags, oops, I mean gays"
Everyday I feel quite crappy
I don't care if you aren't happy
My humor is all I have left
I won't hold back to laugh at death
Because when my life is all done
It's better that I had some fun
Most people aren't that sardonic
Often confused with demonic
I'll recognize the one who's saved
By he, who laughs, while at my grave
SUMMER IN CRAPVILLE
I never did like summer much
It's always hot outside and such
You can choose to burn in the heat
Or maybe get mugged on the street
You can also be stolen from
By someone with a shiny gun
Perhaps you'll end up eating lead
By which I mean you'll be shot dead
Your body will drop with a thud
And there will be a ton of blood
Your brains will pour on the concrete
While all the onlookers yell "Neat!"
Why not explore the local park
You're pretty safe when it's not dark
Meet a dealer who is yelling
See the many drugs he's selling
The public bathrooms have no stalls
And "DIE" is written on the walls
There's still some poop left in the pot
And many stains that time forgot
If you are one who likes to rest
You'll like this feature, far the best
A mile down, there is a bench
Try to ignore the vile stench
Or you can hike up in the hills
Where there has been a dozen kills
The corpses are all in a heap
It kind of looks like they're asleep
The plaza is nice to explore
As long as you are not too poor
You need to have enough to pay
The bribe, cops ask for, everyday
If you choose to go in the stores
You'll see that they are filled with whores
And right outside, there is a gimp
Who got his legs broke by a pimp
I know this town extremely well
And let me tell you…summer's hell
But use your head and don't complain
It just contributes to the pain