I and Me

My theory on toxicity is a rather self-serving one
for I suspect I may be toxic but I'd really rather not
be a pain in the ass or come condescending because I haven't got a job
and I ain't much of anything but an annoying fat old blob!



radiant frosted earth tamps down
Sun's ascent to boiling crown
yet I accelerate to generate
some wind to cool my superstrate
homeostasis must be maintained
open the vents and all the drains
in four hours it won't be the same
so I'd better not exceed my range



there's too much funk to feel sad
and too much punk not to stay mad
at the end of the day another one starts
another cycle of goths questing for hearts
and minds and souls and experience
or to just clock in for maintenance
today there's no shame, no lives misspent



jackrabbits on percussion god the tortoise on the bass
if I look to the sky for heaven all I see is outer space
but the smell of creosote smoke and monsoon showers...
there's no other heaven for my soul than in this place



perfection is very simple
what's hard is day to day
rejection, yelling "f**k you!"
is weakness, I would say
and denying imperfection
means you might as well eat hay



when stupidity and whimsy collide
they sometimes make a spark
I would cross a road backwards
alone and in the dark
if I suspected that my Muse had left
and taken inspiration to the park


I'm a mystery an obfuscation a simple twist of mind
if you can think in circles you'd be halfway from the brine
some people call me a reptile and that also suits me fine
but either way I'm neither devil nor am I divine



some extol the virtues of a bullet, war and pain
those sorts have bolts and knuckles in their heads instead of brains
a gentle life is hard to do, one mistake and it can break
but when you live in proud humility there's nothing you can't take