Everything's routine, even deviations.
The day always begins at dawn
and the night begins at dusk...
I await the apocalypse, bearing on,
just to blow away our dust.

Who Am I?

If I am who you think I think I am
I think I'm in deep shit.
Then I'd be who you think I am
so I'd be the cause of it.
Still, I only think I am the way
you think I think I am
for the way I think will have you think
and make you think I...damn!

Who'll cry when I fall in the forest?
Would I still even be?

I am not who you think I think I am
fuck what you think
I think I am just me.

Taboo Scripture

A bitch, an ass, a fuck, oh my!
I wrote of which the Catholics cry!
But only ones who think they'll tell
who goes to heaven or to hell.
They forbid girls from onanism;
"That's for guys and dykes in prison!"
Tear out my tongue, but even though
it's shit; it's still the status quo.
I know they'd like to censor me
and be correct politically.
I'd rather state what's in my head
and face their scornful looks instead.

A haiku on carnivores and KFC

Come get a bucket
Impale my cries with steak knives
Empathy? Fuck it

Everyone

stranger, don't try to judge me.
don't pretend to care
don't think you "know my type,"
don't acknowledge that I'm there
stranger, don't try to understand
don't look or glance my way
don't attempt to listen
don't remember what I say.
stranger, I don't know you
don't think I will be missed
don't act now like you gave a shit
to strangers, I don't exist.

Find the hidden message!

Free your mind from listless things that drag you under.
Use what is yours to be taken advantage of.
Celebrate the difficult times and mourn the easy.
King or queen for one day does not mean every one thereafter.
You have the ability to change what is already embedded within you.
Organize that which you were brainwashed with, and thread them out.
Understand that you were created to be forgotten.