Go,Move,Shift

its a race for cheap coffee through the tufts of cheaper cologne and self importance
i still ask myself why i bother
no one wins this race
be it the dirty working rats or the bluetoothed khaki warriors dodging the peasants
we all lose at the destination
unless your a tourist dressed to the nines at this time in the morning
anyone who tells you different surely has a deed to a bridge for you

Yes fill up on the bread

Bakery allegedly discards employee’s severed arm

MADRID (AP) — A Spanish trade union is suing a bakery that allegedly threw the severed arm of an employee into a bin after it was amputated in an accident with a kneading machine. The Workers Commissions said in a statement Wednesday that Bolivian immigrant Franns Rilles lost his left arm in May 28 at the Rovira bakery in the eastern Valencia region.

The union said that while Rilles was being taken to a hospital someone tossed his arm into the garbage. It says the bakery then cleaned the machinery and continued production.

Police found the arm the next day, the union said, but doctors were unable to reattach it.

The union said Rilles had worked illegally at the factory for two years, earning euro23 ($32) a day, and had not been properly trained on the kneading machinery.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5hF690v9YcFxGEK_DLybZeyXlmxZwD98O0BHO2

Stupid Human Tricks

rock paper fuck off

Go Joe

As wee ones we were bombarded with life lessons from cartoon characters on top of the third rate television star
how we were not supposed to touch live wires
only cross at the crosswalk,leave the rabid roaving pitbull alone
wear a helmet when bike riding or when dodging the the creep with the van
i still wonder where the real lessons factor in
the streets could be on on fire
most of us would pour water on ourselves and the brown bag of leftover peace
then get on to work
knowings half the battle
money wolves are fireproof
duke and scarlett never explained that one to me

Guarantees

These warehouse wages
Kill the ends introduction
I should have schooled it up
When I was younger should have stuck to plan
Always had the dreams of being more self assertive
And my kids a teenager he needs the health insurance
So break my body
Break break my soul down
Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town
Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
Aint nobody all that jolly at your happy hour
But I dont’ want to go home yet
So Im gonna talk to my cigarette
And that television set
It doesnt’ matter what brand or station
Anything to take away from the current situation
No overtime pay no holiday
Months behind on everything but the lottery
Went around the corner guaranteeing that my car died
Wifey having trouble juggling both the part times
My cup aint close to filled up
We trying to build up so we can have enough
And when I finally get the color
There wont’ be nothing left to paint on
My friend tried to kill himself to the same song
My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
My neighbors aint doing much better
And we making competition instead of sticking together
Cant save no nest egg in fact this nest is rented
In fact that rent is late, wait
The money aint here the raise aint coming
Just me and my son and that crazy woman
And those bartenders this whole fucking country
Got everybody swallowing that lunch meat
Maybe we can speed up the process
Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
Some time it seems like the only way to stop it
Contemplate my departure date
Doesnt take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
Take a shot at me that’s all i’m obligated for
Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death dont’ wait for no one
Sitting on your front door
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death dont’ wait for no one
Sitting on your front door

Kirk likes it green

so is going green when someone is thrown out from where they live?
living in a tent instead of a car, is it reducing carbon emissions?
is it enviromentally friendly to have ticking time bombs of people walking the streets sure this is NYC but on the larger scale?
that guy who lives in the park by your place who you always see with a huge cart of bottles and cans, im sorrry hipsters your late to the recycling party
the woman carrying her entire personal property in those wonderful whole foods bags since thats all she was allowed to take when she was evicted
wait correct me they dont’ drink eco-vodka or all natural vino from napa valley
i will ask them next time what they are doing for the enviroment when they ask me for change to get something to eat there might even be a bench with my name on it soon
everyone wants to save the trees and planet but cant’ help the people around them
wouldnt’ it be a novel idea to save, recycle and salvage peoples lives
fuck the ozone layer and the polar ice caps
what good is a great green planet when everyone on it already lives on their own?
save the whales, plant a tree,club sandwiches for the seals
what about the homeless family that lives under the tree oh well
i could be batshit or my priorities are out of wack
im a fucking martian anyway

Beyond the Boundaries of Fucktasia

it was most likely henry rollins that wrote that just when you think youve’ hit rock bottom theres’ a trap door……
his words are usually spot on just this ive’ been realizing i cant agree
i noticed through this old trap door
there is only
pathological fucks
wackjobs of the highest order
wolves in creeps clothing
projectile kareoke vomiters
old lifetime movie marathons with tori spelling
cheap beer drinking cunts with trust funds
oh yeah and fucking snakes why did it have to be snakes
this was just at a glance really im sure id’ fit right in with the mess
but
i like the view from rock bottom

Tracks of my Tears

that bed isnt’ even paid for

day in and day out i run across the same faces whether it on foot , bus or train
the 1am ferry and the 5am coffee
no friendly hellos maybe a short look of familiarity on a good day not that i want to be acknowleged in fact its an odd sort of anonymity
outcasts of the same outfit where we all stand up and noone gives a shit about your name
with a good soundtrack the brain shuts it out making it not oh so noticable but for myself another sense takes over with the bassline turning everyone into a rough moring comic strip popping vocabulary ballons on top of wrinkled people
the days issues,that asshole, the landlord,cancer and every contemplation swarm
even without the visual a blindman could see it written in the march of distraught looks
then my own wondering starts takes over in gorgeous cheap coffee panic attacks
might as well be a mirror or a thousand metrocard post it notes shoved in your face with cliches’ all over in some shitty handwriting
public transportation meditation
realization in derealization set to joe strummer and an engine hum
the bubble above my own head isnt’ as bad as everyone i seem to pass
its only as dark as i allow it to be
not any harder not any less
this is just the easiest part of the day i think