REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE
TO GRAFFITI THE WALL WITH PEE
UNADULTERATED GLEE
THE PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO FREE



I WON’T SMILE BECAUSE THEY SAY
“YOU LOOK NICE THAT WAY”
IT’S NOT MY AIM
TO APPEASE EACH PERSON I SEE IN THE STREET
IF I GRIN
PLEASE PUNCH ME IN THE CHIN
UNLESS IT’S GENUINE




I BELIEVE THE LAST WORDS SHE WILL EVER SPEAK TO ME ARE
“YOU HAVE THE SADDEST EYES I’VE EVER SEEN AND I SET YOU FREE”
IT WILL COME AS NO SURPRISE TO ME
I HAVE SEEN IT IN MY DREAMS
EACH NIGHT THEY REPLAY THE FINAL SCENE
THE DIRECTOR YELLS “CUT”
“ALL TIES WITH THIS NUT”
WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY
IN LOVING EMBRACE
TO THROW OUR DREAMS AWAY
TRUE LOVE IS FEW
DULL EXISTENCES ARE MEN
Y IS IT AN ACT
OR THE DIFFERNCE BETWEEN FICTION AND FACT




WATCH AS THE WORM STRUGGLES IN THE PUDDLE
EARLY BIRD WITH A FULL BELLY LOOKS ON PUZZLED
THE END IS NO MYSTERY
EITHER WAY IS MISERY
EITHER WAY THAT WORM IS HISTORY





VERY LAST CHANCE
TO SCARED TO DANCE
THE END CREPT UP
THE DEVIL STEPPED UP
LOOK TO HEAVEN
BUT THE ANGELS DON’T SHOW
THE GODS DESSERTED THIS PLACE LONG AGO
THE WORD RETREAT CRAWLS ACROSS THE STREET
ALMOST KNOCKS YOU OFF YOUR FEET
THE WORD RETREAT SCREAMS ACROSS THE STREET
CUTS YOU DOWN JUST BELOW THE KNEE
THE WORD RETREAT BLEEDS ACROSS THE STREET
YOU ARE THE FIRST VICTIM OF WORLD WAR 3



SILENCE IS DEAFENING WHEN THINGS DON’T MATTER
NO PITTER PATTER
FROM A HEART THAT WONT BEAT ANYMORE
THE DRAWERS ARE ALL EMPTY AND THIS KNIFE IS SO DULL
THE DISHES ARE MADE OF PAPER
CUPBOARDS FILLED WITH PLASTIC CUPS
DOORBELL’S BROKEN WINDOWS ARE BOARDED UP
A HOUSE ISN’T A HOME WHEN YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK
JUST A PLACE TO LAY YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK
NEED TO SLEEP IT OFF
THE NEIGHBORS PORCH IS THE SPACE
FELL ASLEEP WITH A CIGARETTE AND TORCHED THE WHOLE PLACE




HEAVEN SAYS NO, HELL SAYS YES
HEAVEN JUST KNOWS, HELL IS OBSESSED ON A GUESS
AS FOR THE REST I DIGRESS
PLATES TOO FULL, I CAN’T DIGEST
PEOPLE SAY THE END IS NEAR
I PRAY EVERY DAY IT WILL REACH HERE
AND TAKE THESE MUTHERFUCKERS WITH IT
I KNOW IT SOUNDS WICKED
BUT, THEY DESERVE EVERY BIT OF PAIN INFLICTED





JOHNNY WENT HOME AND COMMITTED SUICIDE
TOOK THE EASY WAY OUT, NO DOUBT
SHOT HIMSELF IN THE EYE SPLATTERED HIS BRAINS
ALL OVER THE WALL
THOUGHT PROVOKING MURAL IN THE BACK HALL
NOW JOHNNY’S ON THE FLOOR OUTLINED BY CHALK
THE RATS COME OUT OF THEIR HOLES, RATHER THEIR HOMES
EXCHANGE PLEASANTRIES AND TALK
THEY SAY “I TOLD YOU SO” AND PAT THEMSELVES ON THE BACK
FOR HAVING THE KNACK, THE UNCANNY ABILITY
TO FORECAST WHEN LITTLE JOHNNY WAS GOING TO OFF HIS OWN ASS
NOW THEY GRIMACE AS IF IN PAIN
LOOKING ON IN DISDAIN, AS THE BODY OF THE QUIET KID
KNOWN FOR BEING ALONE, IS CARRIED OUT OF HIS HOME
PUT NOT PLACED IN A STATION WAGON MAKE-SHIFT HEARSE
INSIDE A BIG BLACK PURSE, NOT QUITE ZIPPED ALL THE WAY
THE WAGON CARRIES JOHNNY ON DOWN THE LANE
ONLOOKERS STARE IN WONDER
THE WITTY NEIGHBOR, WHO IS ALWAYS ASKING FOR FAVORS
DECIDES TO EXPLAIN
“I’M NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK HE LOST HIS BRAIN”
NOW THAT THE GOOD DOCTOR HAS ANSWERED ALL
AS TO JOHNNYS REASONS
COMFORT IS RESTORED, ALL CAN GO HOME TO AN EXISTENCE MORE PLEASING
MARRIAGE, KIDS, DOG
AND THE UPCOMING TELEVISION SEASON




AS THE HUNTERS EYE THEIR PREY
THERE IS NO BLACK AND WHITE JUST GREY
CHAMELEONS COLOR BEGINS TO FADE FROM BLENDING IN ALL THESE DAYS
SNAKES REMAIN HIDDEN IN THE GRASS, WAITING FOR YOU TO
PASS
ANTICIPATE THE RATS, LISTEN FOR THE RATTLE
SIGNALS OF ENSUING BATTLE
THE WOLVES HERD THE CATTLE
LEAD THEM ALL TO SLAUGHTER
THERE IS NO END IN SIGHT
A REVOLVING DOOR OF FIGHT AND FLIGHT
ENDLESS MEASURING STICK OF MIGHT

HE PUT THE GUN TO HIS CHIN
FINGERS ON THE TRIGGER BUT HE CAN’T PULL IT
THIS ISN’T THE DAY HE CAN’T EAT THIS BULLET
WHOEVER SAID SUICIDE IS THE EASY WAY OUT
PROBABLY HAS NEVER PUT A GUN IN HIS MOUTH
BACK TO THE BOTTLE, HE’LL JUST DROWN HIS SORROWS
NO LUCK TODAY HE’LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW
STUCK IN BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
ON A PLANE WITH NO FUEL THAT JUST WONT LAND
HE IS A PURGATORY MAN
WALKED PAST THE MIRROR CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF HIMSELF
SEES THE REFLECTION OF AN EMPTY SHELL
STARING DOWN THE STEPS LEADING TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL
TEETERED ON THE EDGE AND ALMOST FELL
TO DRUNK TO HELP HIMSELF
TOOK A LOOK AROUND AND THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE
THEY SAY NOT TO ROAM THESE STREETS ALONE
BUT HOW THE HELL IS HE SUPPOSED TO GET BACK HOME
VOICES IN HIS HEAD AS HE TURNS AROUND
TALKING TO HIMSELF CONVERSATING WHILE HE IS WALKING BY HIMSELF
PARANOID HE THINKS HE’S STALKING HIMSELF
STUCK IN BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
ON A PLANE WITH NO FUEL THAT JUST WONT LAND
HE IS A PURGATORY MAN




MAYBE I DON’T DESERVE TO HAVE A HOME
MAYBE I DESERVE TO BE ALONE
THINGS AREN’T THE SAME ANYMORE
BUT REMAIN ROTTEN TO THE CORE
SO MANY ANSWERS BUT NO QUESTIONS
SO MUCH TEACHING BUT NO LESSONS
NOBODY REALLY LISTENS TO ANYTHING WE SAY
MINDS ARE ALL EMPTY AT THE END OF THE DAY
TELEVISION ON AND THE RADIO PLAYS
NOBODY REALLY LISTENS AT THE END OF THE DAY
IT’S THE LAST SCENE, THE END OF THE PLAY
NOBODY’S HEARD A THING ALL GODDAMN DAY
THAT’S THE LAST FUCKING THING I’LL EVER SAY





FORCED TO FORGET THE TEMPER
BUT IT’S IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO REMEMBER
BECAUSE THE HEAT IN MY STOMACH LEAKS OUT OF MY CHEEKS
FIRE ENGINE RED LIKE THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS IN THE STREETS
THE SAME ONES THAT MY WORDS PLAY IN
AS THEY SKIP TO THE BEAT, HAND IN HAND
THEY ROLL OFF MY TONGUE AND DANCE ACROSS THE LAND
OR ONTO THE PAD FROM THE PEN IN MY HAND
A MAN DOES ALL HE CAN TO STAND
ON HIS OWN TWO, BUT OH SO FEW TRULY DO
STUCK IN A GROWN UP VERSION OF FOLLOW THE LEADER
WHAT SIMON SAYS, GOES OR YOUR KIDS DON’T EAT
IN A HOUSE WITH NO HEAT
OR THEY STARVE AND FREEZE, DIE COLD IN THE STREET
IS THE END NEAR OR IS IT ALREADY HERE
TURN ON THE NEWS
IT’S ALL SKEWED
THE MASSES AREN’T PRIVY TO THE TRUTH
JUST LISTEN TO THE CARDS AS THEY ARE READ ON CUE
WILL YOU MISS THE ACTION UNTIL THEY TREAD ON YOU
STRIKE LIKE THE SNAKE ON THE FLAG WAS BRED IN YOU
SAT THERE STAGNANT
WHAT YOU CAN’T MOVE
DID THEY PUT LEAD IN YOUR SHOES
LUCKY, THEY DIDN’T PUT 32 SHOTS OF LEAD IN YOU



SIRENS BREAK THE SILENCE IN THE AIR
THE WHOLE BLOCK COMES OUT TO STARE
PERHAPS I HAVE NO CHOICE
IF I LEAVE, THE SILENCE WILL TAKE MY VOICE
STUMBLE AND STUTTER WITH THE PLASTIC SPOON IN MY MOUTH
SILVER SPOON LAUGHS AND GETS KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT
THE LESSONS PAPA USED TO TEACH
GET IT OVER QUICK, PAPA
PLEASE DON’T PREACH
RICH MAN IS THE PAWN,
WHO BOWS TO MATERIAL SCORE
THE POOR MAN IS THE FEROCIOUS SOLDIER
FOREVER LOSING THE WAR
THIS POEM CAME TO ME IN THE FIFTEENTH HOUR
OF MY SECOND STRAIGHT SHIFT
AS I WAS CLEANING THE TOILET, THE SILVER SPOON CHOSE TO MISS AS HE PISSED

IT’S US VERSE THE GOVERNMENT
WE’VE FORMED A COVENANT AND THEY CAN’T GOVERN IT
THEY ARE ALL FULL OF SHIT, AND WE’RE FORCED TO SHOVEL IT
IT IS TIME TO STAND UP
HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OF IT
IF THEY CAN’T LET BYGONES BE BYGONES
IT’S TIME TO TURN THEIR GUNS TO OUR GUNS
RICH MANS WAR
BUT THEY SEND OUR SONS
MOTHERS, FATHERS, SISTERS, BROTHERS
FRIENDS AND FOE
FIGHTING IN LANDS THEY DON’T KNOW
IT’S PAST TIME TO UNITE AND FIGHT THE WAR AT HOME




THIS COUNTRY IS A MELTING POT THE RICH STIR FROM THE TOP
RAGE AGAINST THIS MACHINE, TOPPLE THIS REGIME
THE WHOLE WORLD READS IN BLACK AND WHITE
AND THIS WAR WILL BE FOUGHT IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
A BLIND MAN CAN’T SHOW YOU THE LIGHT
THEY SAY THERE IS ATHIN RED LINE BETWEEN WRONG AND RIGHT
UNITE AND THESE MUTHERFUCKERS CAN’T PUT OUT THIS FIRE TONIGHT
THEY STRIVE TO KEEP UP DIVIDED
IF THERE IS NO CONFLICT THEY WILL PROVIDE IT
IF THERE IS NO FLAME THEY WILL IGNITE IT
IF THEY CHOOSE TO TREAT US LIKE ANIMALS
FUCK IT
LET’S EAT THEM LIKE CANNIBALS
SURROUND THEM WITH FLAMMABLES
AND BATTER THEM WITH CANNON BALLS



IT’S HARD TO BREATHE
SLEEP BLEEDS TO DREAM
AWAKE IN THE NIGHT
DARKNESS
BLINDNESS TURNS TO SIGHT
DARKNESS
FROM STARING INTO THE LIGHT



THIS IS PRETTY INSIGNIFICANT ISN’T IT
MY BRAIN IS SPINNING AND THIS SHIT KICKS IN
BLANK EXPRESSION CHANGES PLACES WITH MY GRIN
TECHNICOLOR RAINBOWS HAVE INVADED MY SKIN
HEART SKIPS A BEAT NOW IT’S RACING AGAIN
CAN’T CATCH A BREATH
CHASING AIR
AS MY PATIENTS WEARS THIN
INHALE DEEP THERE IT IS AGAIN
YEARS OF NON-EXISTENT MEMORIES TORTURE ME AGAIN
GHOSTS FROM NOWHERE CAN’T NO WHERE THEY’VE BEEN
SOULS WHO’VE SEEN THE VANISHING OF INNOCENCE
MUST HAVE WITNESSED THE DAWN OF SIN
JUST AS I DID
WHEN I PICKED UP THIS PEN




WHETHER
OUT OF THE BIG CITY
INTO THE NITTY GRITTY
OFF THE FARM
INTO THE WAY OF HARM
ENTRY INTO THE DESERT
IS CAUSE FOR ALARM










THE HISTORY TEXTS LACK FACTS
LIKE, A PLAY FEATURING ONLY HALF THE ACTS
WE ARE NOT DEALING WITH SNAKES IN THE GRASS
THESE ARE MAIN CHARACTERS AND SUPPORTING CAST
AVERAGE MEN ARE THE EXTRAS
IN THE BACK OF THE SCENE, BUT RARELY SEEN
THE POOR ARE THOSE WHO STOOD IN LINE ALL NIGHT
JUST TO BE DENIED
NO QUESTIONS ASKED, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
BUT STILL COMMITTED TO PAST
NOT TO BE RECAST, UNTIL PRESENTED ON BLAST
SUBMITTED TO THE MASS
NOW IS THE CHANCE
EVERYONE IS INVITED TO THE DANCE
SOMETIMES CHANGE REQUIRES DEMAND
CHILDREN ARE FORCED TO BELIEVE ALL
LIES THERE TEACHERS TOLD THEM
THOSE LIES ARE WHAT MOLD THEM
EVERYTHING THEY LEARN, IN TURN GETS TAUGHT
THE TRUTH BURNS HOT
THE FLAMES GET EXTINGUISHED, BEFORE THEY EVER GET CAUGHT

BAUMER

DON’T FEED ME THAT SHIT

I KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT NOTHING AT ALL

YOU CAN’T MAKE TIME STAND STILL

YOU CAN’T MAKE MY DREAMS REAL

YOU CAN’T MAKE MY NIGHTMARES UNTRUE

MATTER OF FACT, WHAT CAN YOU DO

I BLAME MYSELF FOR STICKING IT OUT

BUT THE WATER’S TO DEEP NOW

THERE IS NO ONE AROUND

JUST GO TO SLEEP

I HOPE YOU DROWN

MATTER OF FACT, I THINK I’LL HOLD YOU DOWN

















SOMETIMES THOUGHTS BOYCOTT THEMSELVES

SOME ARE BORN ALREADY PLACED NEATLY ON THE SHELVES

OTHERS ARE BIRTHED AND TOSSED ABOUT

THROWN IN THE TOILET TO DROWN THEMSELVES OUT

ONLY THE FIRST THIRD OF EVERY WORD IS EVER HEARD

NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR STORY

THEIR’S IS MORE IMPORTANT

IF IT’S NOT COMING FROM THEIR MOUTH IT DOESN’T MATTER

IT’S PLAIN BORING, NO POINT IN IGNORING

SIT IN AWE MOUTH AGAPE

AT JUST HOW ANNOYING THEY CAN BE

HANGING ON EVERY LAST WORD

ROLLING OFF THEIR OWN TONGUE

LIKE THEY ARE WAITING FOR THE BIG ENDING

TO THEIR OWN STORY

WHILE STAGNANT

A GLIMPSE OF HARSH REALITY

THE STORYTELLER HAS A SURPRISE ENDING IN STORE

EVEN TO THEMSELVES

IMAGINATION IS A CONVENIENT ESCAPE

IN THAT INSTANT YOU REALIZE YOUR FATE

YOU ARE STUCK ON THIS ISLAND WITH A BOOK ON TAPE







HEAVEN AND HELL CAME TOGETHER THAT DAY

THE BEST VERSE OF THE WORST STORY

COLLABORATION OF GOOD AND EVIL

CREATES PURGATORY

CHILD OF THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT

CHILD OF THE DARKEST KNIGHT

CONCEIVED

IN ORDER TO RESTORE THE WORLDS SIGHT

POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE

UNITE

IN ORDER TO PRESERVE THE CIRCLE OF LIFE





















HE WOKE UP AND FELT MORE LOST THAN THE DAY BEFORE

MAD AS HELL AND DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR

PAIN SO DEEP, HE HURTS TO HIS CORE

BUT EACH AND EVERY DAY HE ASKS FOR MORE

JUST CAN’T SEEM TO FIND HIS WAY TO THE DOOR

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME

IT’S JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DAYS

WHERE THE PAIN REFUSES TO GO AWAY

THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

IF LIFE IS A GAME, HE DOESN’T WANT TO PLAY

HE IS A LOST AND LONELY SOUL

ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT HE’D RATHER BE ALONE

HE PICKS UP THE PNONE AND DIALS NO-ONE HE KNOWS

LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF THIS MANS LIFE

ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS SWIM

BUT THE WORLD’S GONE DRY

HE’S IN A FUCKING DESERT

CAN’T EVEN CRY

DROWNING AND DON’T KNOW WHY

THIS OLD WORLD WONT LET HIM DIE

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME

LETS GO OF THE PHONE, COLLAPSES IN PAIN

ALL AT ONCE, HIS TROUBLES FLOW THROUGH HIS BRAIN

FEELS LIKE THE BLOOD HAS GONE COLD IN HIS VEINS

NO EMOTIONS AT ALL

HAS HE GONE INSANE

SOMEHOW

SOME WAY

HE’S GOT TO END THIS PAIN

HE JUST WANTS TO GO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS HIS NAME



IT’S RAINING OUTSIDE AND I WORKED ALL NIGHT

GO HOME AND SHUT MY EYES TO THE LIGHT

HEAD HITS THE PILLOW, I CAN’T SLEEP A WINK

LISTEN TO THE RAIN AND TRY NOT TO THINK

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO SO WRONG

I USED TO THINK I WAS SO STRONG

I’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS PLACE FOR SO LONG

I SHOULD BE GONE

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO SO WRONG

I USED TO THINK I WAS SO STRONG

AT THE END OF THE DAY I KNEW I WAS WRONG

NEXT THING I KNOW I’M ALL ALONE

ON A PLANE TO NOWHERE

A TRAIN TO NOWHERE

I GUESS I’LL KNOW WHEN I GET THERE

ON A BUS TO NOWHERE ALL ALONE

SIPPING ON SOUTHERN COMFORT

WHICH PROVIDES NONE

THE BOTTLE IS DONE

THE DRIVER YELLS “LAST STOP”

I GET OFF AND DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR

I WAS LOOKING FOR HEAVENS BACK DOOR

IT STARTED TO RAIN

I JUMPED IN A CAB

DRIVER ASKS

“WHERE YOU HEADED”

“NOWHERE FAST”

“MAN, I HEAR THAT, HOW BOUT I DRIVE YOU AROUND ‘TIL YOU FIGURE IT OUT”

I LOOKED UP AT THE CLOUDS AS IT STARTED TO POUR

“CAN YOU DROP ME AT HEAVENS BACK DOOR”







I AM SAT AT HOME UNEMPLOYED ONCE AGAIN

BECAUSE I WON’T CONFORM AND BECOME ONE OF THEM

THOUGHTS OF MY OWN

I WON’T BE A CLONE

IF IT’S WAR

IT’S WAR

NO APOLOGIES IN STORE

CUT A THROAT

TAKE THE THRONE

KILL EVERYONE HE KNOWS

BURN HIS HOME

STAND ON THE ASHES

NOT AS A SHOW

BUT SO IT IS KNOWN





A MIND SO EVIL, NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR FEEBLE

SO MANY INCONSIDERATE PEOPLE

WHO FORGET TO CONSIDER

I’LL SIT DOWN AND EAT YOUR HEART FOR DINNER

IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER TO ME

NOBODY WOULD BE MADDER THAN ME

TO SEE A MUTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU SUCCEED

NOBODY WOULD BE GLADDER THAN ME

TO SEE YOUR BLOOD SPATTER, THEN LEAVE





THEY ALWAYS SAID LITTLE TOMMY WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH AN OLD SOUL

BUT HE WASN’T READY TO GO

WASN’T READY TO WALK THAT LONELY ROAD

LIVED LIFE FAST

BUT FORCED TO WALK IT SHACKLED AND SLOW

SIX BY SIX UNDER LOCK AND KEY

ROTTING IN A CELL HE EQUATES TO HELL

ALL NIGHT LONG YOU CAN HEAR HIM YELL

“I’D RATHER BE CARRIED BY SIX, THAN JUDGED BY TWELVE”

LITTLE JEZZY WAS SURE A BELLE

BUT SHE COULD NO LONGER RING

DADDY DIDN’T BELIEVE IN ANGELS

BUT HE YEARNED TO HEAR HER SING

SHE CALLED HIS NAME

BUT HE COULDN’T HEAR HER SCREAMS

NOW THE FACE OF EVIL LINGERED IN HIS DREAMS

AND HE IS OUT ON BAIL

DADDY’S WHOLE LIFE IS A JAIL

HE WASN’T THERE TO HELP, EVERY THOUGHT OF HER IS HIS CELL

SHOTS RING OUT AND YOU CAN HEAR HIM YELL

“I’D RATHER BE CARRIED BY SIX, THAN JUDGED BY TWELVE”

BAUMER

LOOK AROUND AND ALL YOU SEE
THE EFFECTS OF THE DISEASE
CAUSED BY THESE FUCKING FLEAS
WHEN WILL THEIR SUCKING CEASE
A THIRST THAT CANNOT BE QUENCHED
CANNOT BE PLEASED
A PAIN THAT CANNOT BE EASED
THE ANSWERS TO OUR PRAYERS
OFTEN COME WITH A PRICE THAT IS NOT FAIR
DON’T DARE
QUESTION
NOBODY CARES

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the content on this blog has been written by my friend, baumer tenenbaum. and as soon as i can convince baumer to open up his girlfriend's laptop and click on the internet icon to become familiar with technology, baumer will do this shit himself.