I only want to teach people how to see



Fame is merely a number
Etched into a bathroom wall
For a good time

Right next to
“fuck you and you god”

And all these pseudo idols
Crave your worship
Are the immortal like you?

Feeling alive on the edge of death
The brink of overdose
and euphoria

There really is a “fine line between stupid and clever”

So let’s jump off a building for the sake of art
freedom?
rebellion?

Master plan?
Master race?
Master of Puppets……

“I’m a real boy!”

Of course you are Johnny,
They pay you to be
It’s not like they want you to feeeeeeeeel or anything
so don’t get any ideas

Societies pollution
Regurgitated lies
Twisted to fit your preference

They teach you to be yourself
To be them
And don’t you think for a minute
That you’re recyclable

You can call her for a good time
While you’re taking a shit in the bathroom of
a Mexican food place
_____berto’s
And think about how
“Mike was here”
and the gangsta’s representin’ the 619!
Pray to your false gods at P.O. box get-a-fucking-life

What god’s want you to send two dollars with
your appreciation?

Take heroine,
Because they claimed it opened their minds
So it must work for you too
right?

Kurt Cobaine blew out his brains
And now he’s a hero?
Worthy of the obsessive devotion of depressed
14 year old girls

Taught to “Fuck authority”
Because we’re only being repressed
right?

“fuck you”
Go ahead, fuck me
With your ignorance
And your Sharpie

At least I’ll have the ever entertaining
Digest of Life
To read while
I’m taking a piss on your gods

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