Worthless Hurt

As a child, I’d wish to forget certain things
As I got older, my wish slowly came true
It was such a large part of me that there wasn’t much of me besides it
Now I wish to remember my pains
So that I may profit off of them for a drink or two
Even though drinking doesn’t help with remembering
I had a cheap childhood however and my pains were ordinary
And so I can’t even afford the cheapest drink
And am left with my remembered pains
And words that aren’t worth a dime

Marble Bed

I walked for miles and miles in this jungle of steel and concrete
where the beggars weep
And men with suitcases grossly under tip

Behind cheap sunglasses
I waved off the hordes of crackheads and peddlers
While selectively choosing which pauper gets the change in my pocket

But these eyes aren’t 20/20
And so often enough I involuntarily contribute to a fiend’s addiction

What am I to do?
When cupcakes are $10 a piece
While floods of people walk over the bastard
Laying on the marble slab street
Is asking for pennies

A Journey Long Overdue

San Francisco

San Francisco: I came for a quick escape, a temporary change of scenery, and I was met with everything and more. There were so many places to go, and even more faces to greet. Aside from the occasional assholes, it was a brilliant trip -- one which I will cherish for the rest of my life. - the trip that started it all!

Two Weeks Notice

I turned in my two weeks notice after 2 and a half months. Two more weeks and it'll be a full 3 months as an underpaid salary man. I gave the notice to my manager. He was disappointed. We had a talk. He asked why and I said, "I want to pursue other things, like focusing on creating content or something." He asked if I was unhappy here or what could be better and what would it take for me to stay. I didn't say whether I was happy or not, nor what it would take, but I told him of what I think would improve the business.

An Aching Head

I cannot be bothered
My head is pounding
I had rum, soju and beer last night
And a plate of watermelon
I smoked a Cuban and a cigarette on the insistence of a friend
It was a menthol cigarette
My head is now in pain
I would promise my first born for it to go away
I would turn down a goddess to leave me be
I teased a kid for sounding like a robot
I told him he wouldn't pass the Turing test
And everything he said was exactly what a human imitating robot would say
He was a good kid with a head on his shoulder

American Scream

Never once did I believe in the American dream
For long I’ve heard the American scream
From even before my conception
From imagery of naked children fleeing from their burning village eviction
To this modern day
Of brown children torn and locked away

Oh, say, can’t you see?
This land is marred with misery
From the red blood of native genocide
With their land now bled white
To the blue, the tunes of a people shipped across the sea
Then held in bondage and slavery

Burn

Should we burn at both ends
Or like roman candles
Burn that midnight oil
Or burn daylight
Should we burn bridges when our ears are burning
Should we burn it in
Or burn with it
Should we burn the ones who’ve burned us at the stake
Or just burn them in effigy
Should we burn with a low blue flame when we’ve burned our fingers
Should we burn holes into our pockets for the ones we’re burning for
Should we keep that home fire burning
Or burn it down
Should we burn away until we’ve burned out

Paddy's

It was just passed midnight
I took a shot of cognac and grab my passport and money clip
I went down to Paddy's Irish Pub
I used to frequent it somewhat
It has since seen a lot of renovations
Most notably the newly added patio
I showed the door guy my passport and got in
The place was packed with youngins
College kids from the local college WNEU
Formerly known as WNEC
The kids, the boys, were all dressed in the same clothes
And baseball caps
They all smelled the same as well
I got to the bar and waited