can't change by not changing

seems to be happening more and more
often lately
woke up someplace strange again
took the fire escape out
tryin to hail a cab
with my dick in my hand
smokin a cigarette i'd never heard of
god damn it was good
i gotta lie cuz they don't go to my part of town
no matter how much i tip right up front
i wanted to be a dream she had once
i wanted to be sid viscious  
i wanted to hear the ol man play some dylan
 in his chemo camoflauged gargle
i liked it better so much more that way
dio was a dick
but j broadwell was the best martyr i've ever known
the 90's were just the 60's turned upside down
i should not be allowed to reproduce
 
 
everything good in me is woven and strung around by hate
if this blade won't even draw blood
how would i ever get back to the decent douche i was once was
need to see a voodoo queen
a witchdoctor only paid in saliva
i'm made of soap and onions
and not that mad about it
i'm sure you can see the resemblance
 
i am that guy
a poor portion of a more prepared pissant
for a padded room
passionate self
 
sun did'nt come up this morn
think i may have traveled a lil further north
than originally planned
ny can be so cold in the summertime
i hate how poets hate rappers
that's like aids victims
refusing to play spades with those with cancer
pain is always perfect
as soon as you find happiness ain't so flawed itself  
you die
 
what ever happened to violet's lack of violence
her versions of the setting sun were the best i'd ever visualized
graffiti art like a gift from god who never wanted the job
i hope hemi digs deep enough to find some good luck
and find a laborer good enough to pick the locks
bragg ate himself alive from the inside
i prefer a g chord to a g string
still they make a hell of a combo
i wish devilish played guitar
 
whiskey has always been there
winter ain't nothin but cold water
fast cars are cooler than tracy chapman
kourtniss seems to lost everything she once held in hands
anna has grown a bit aggravated  
i fear i won't hear from her for a while
my cousin casey fell back in love
and has shortened some syllables  
but i got no beef with that
the man made of nightmares  
is still here
but it seems only half of him
has hemmoraged into heroism
maybe the heroin is gettin to me again
 
op is always an asshole that's his allure
 
oceans of hours offended
by my affiliation with opiates
all the time drinking
sand is slipping
the parish prison
pushin harder and harder
i am a hollow gram
business as usual
i don't care what you do with my body anymore
i'm just another thought criminal
who can't wait to delete this