Buuuuuuuull shit
You’re not too old.
That sandwich is as
Big as my head
You don’t eat a sandwich like that
You give birth to it
Every day is a Mountian.
Some days are downers .
Bags of concrete in the basement.
Youth large condemns
Pressure.
More pressure
Pressure salad
Don’t know what to do with it
Throw it in the pot
Racist armies
Throw it in the pot
Unisex bathrooms
Throw it in the pot
The manageable plague
Throw it in the pot
Codependent narcissism
Throw it in the pot
Plastic bread
Dogfights
It’s hard
I know
I remember
You used to have to work in your car
I feel for you
I used to be scared of things
in the basement
Now I live in the basement
I used to be scared of failure
And now I don’t
Understand what failure is
Clean water and more TV’s
TV’s in the bathroom
Bathrooms in the bathtub
Nowhere else to go
You’re trying too hard
Try harder not to try
Do the last song first
And start from there.
(This poem was originally recited on December, 5 at The Third DeathStar in Ann Arbor, MI)
Schwervon! 