Humans

Wash away the sins of last night

Schrödinger’s Cat

I am a blank slate
With no chalk

River

No Moses am I

Rant #1 – The World is Fucked

It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas

Tin Man

Plug me in
To your grand design

Slow Burn

Just a hollow hallucination,
Forced to feel their disgust.

Ghost

Abandoned to live,
Though you give and you give

Private Hell

Your white picket fence
And the job it depends
Fill your life with but ash

Inc.

March on, drone!
Work you dead to the bone.

80% Proof

Just keep pouring that good stuff
You exude