Monkey style

And the rain keeps on falling, got a little in my mouth, sure is salty. Must be coming out of the ocean, and the weatherman giggles as he predicts more stromy weather.
I think I'm being pissed on! Oh no, says the weatherman, that's the pollution in the air.
They telling us it's rain when we know it's piss. They tell us it's clear when there's nothing but mist. We complain a little then go away. They'll have a little laugh and say, it'll always be our way, next time we'll take a dump on them and tell them it's snow!

The you and I

Waking up to the nightmare, won't be any comfort from that scare. Everyone being fooled by the lies of those in charge who conceals their crimes by law and whisper the people will forget. Largely this is true, we'll fight for just a little while, then fall back into our lifestyle.
I want to go back to the dream where I believed in all good things, but this nightmare looms ever so real. The dream will never be the dream of before, only madness rules!

Hook up

Up and waiting for the cable man to come, he slowly shows up like he didn't have to come. I didn't make no breakfast even though I so hungry, waiting around for him to get me started up and running. The job he did was something I could have done, I think the cable company wanted their technician to made the run. He tried dashing away once all loose connections were made, he had not known to haul That old equipment away. Without a look, he raced from the scene, it came up later in my head, that all I had gave him, he can mislay. I called the main office to let them know how their technician  behaved and not to be charged for equipment that had been paid.

Before X

Left the house early, found myself en route, driving to my number two spot. Parked on the side, eating a sandwich I bought, drinking ice tea not leaving a drop. Got bored over there, kept watching the clock, decided to move to my number one spot.
A house over there was getting too much traffic,people in and out like they all had habits.
Took a new route to the job, down ninth, through the back gate avoiding the mobs.
In plenty of time I entered the door, avoiding the masses crying they could take no more. Home they would go to their special someones, leaving me on the start of my daily grind.

Ugly

I need something beautiful. Something I can charge up on, something like a pretty song. Something that helps me look forward to keeping on.
Step by step, I notice how I fit in that space, and it feels just right, like the place of a distance star hanging on the black wall of space...somehow It fits.
I'll fill this space until I'm gone like the light of a star.

Untasty fruit

Come inside and be afraid, I'll show you the truth about those thoughts in your head. When they come, you think there're about you, although you know not from where they come, from nowhere marching on. By your command they cease to obey and run you over like a tsunamied bay. They catch you in a crowded spot, you hear yourself respond to them,the thoughts. If they are yours, why can't you stop!