YOUR BODY ON THE GEARS

Streets lined with dire faces of American Idle lost love, there has to be more than this
The scale balancing act along the burning tightrope one foot in heaven whilst the other in the machine stuck in daily first gear slow grind well beyond immaculate design
Social grease lubricants
Coated since birth

Fuck Jim Carrey

As kids we always told of the boogie man ,bed bugs, the closet monster and if you grew up like me it was the holy ghost
who was no where near casper
if we were under the covers we were safe also with the nightlight on to keep away all the bumps in the night…
when i finally release my hell seeds to this earth to raise them
i will refuse to spook them with all the fear itself
they will here about the real scary things in life
i will tuck them in at night with stories of the Yes Men
plain sight vampires saying yes to anyone of bullshit authority ,no closets or dark for them
they are everywhere spreading the acceptable gene of indifference
just doing what they are told
sealing deals with limp handshakes for your better interest
sweet dreams kids