Friday, September 21, 2012

I Hate Salad Bars

I hate people that eat in salad bars
And malignancy festers off of me
No celebration here, but fuck hand me a cigar
So step around all of this debris

Unreliable is my middle name
Shimmy and shake with the utterance of acknowledgement
Aren't we all the same?
Yes, heroin became my wife much to your astonishment

A cigarette lingers on the ground
Watch me as I stare into the pavement
Lay here restless and unsound
Thank you for your patience

Why are people attached to me?
Don't you hate me as much as I do?
Leave the ego and find the id
Leave me rythmless and a que

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