When the local hang out for the kids is wendy’s Yeah they’re all going to smoke They’re bored… and the city kids on TV do it. Yeah they’re all going to get a little fucked up They’re bored… and the city kids in the movies do it. When they worship kurt kobain and the high school is the only place for them to cop They get nervous on 12 mile Their stories and fables are just scraps they receive from their parents’ gossip They have none of their own At least the parent’s bullshit sets a proxy Until they’re able to have their own “shit parties”
* * * *
Her mouth moves And where there should be understanding From me There is only amazement. And horror. . .horror At the slithering, snake-like shit, slowly curling out from her throat. She picked it up and just as I said “Goddamn!” She flat-panned the handful of shit Directly into the mouth of another girl sitting nearby Somehow intrigued by her performance She ate the shit up happily
(This girl had a gap In between her two front teeth I knew she tried to play it off Like it was kitsch [or whatever that bullshit is] Like it was cool ‘Cause Madonna does it too I knew deep down She hated that gap She loathed that gap . . . This is your only formal lesson on the suburbanite pig: It hates its small physical abnormalities that set it apart from the rest of its race)
Spent their entire childhood And teenage years In that obviously pre-developed, manufactured Hope-farm of a community ‘Course they’re just gonna move to a hilarious little apartment With their high school buddies On the edge of town And do . . . Mind-numbingly nothing.
Now, I know you’ve heard about youth doing “nothing” before But let me be the first To make it absolutely clear The difference (and there most definitely is one) Between the youth And the fourth reich holding reservations for future ignition operation managers (with yachts) (alternatively use: future all terrain vehicle safety video host)
IS IMENSE.
Burroughs did nothing, you know that He spent a lot of time doing what he would later reflect on as “nothing.” But the nothing expirenced in one of those once-funny apartments Almost gave me an aneurism I walked 4 miles home at 3 am to end the pain.
Regardless, when this faze comes to pass (the post-high school, pre-rest of your life) Then some get jobs (see ignition operation manager and/or all terrain vehicle safety video host) And start their new lives (read: white noise and blank screens till their deaths)
The others Well The others hang around for a bit They are the annoying party WOO! white kids . . . yes, you know them . . . Or you are them (The latter is more likely)
If they go to college, they’re college kids You know what that’s like (bleeech!) If they don’t, they’re white trash Cause college is just that That tiny redeeming factor That little excuse That in society’s eye, takes you from Dumbass honky piece of shit (which you are) To, The Future
Ou la la, get fucked.
IN AN IDEAL WORLD
They go to the city to try to have that weird fantasy of a life they obsess about Sex and the City Boys and clubs and city drinks and lofts and what not Clothes and art and who’s who Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
Yeah they’re all going to smoke
They’re bored… and the city kids on TV do it.
Yeah they’re all going to get a little fucked up
They’re bored… and the city kids in the movies do it.
When they worship kurt kobain and the high school is the only place for them to cop
They get nervous on 12 mile
Their stories and fables are just scraps they receive from their parents’ gossip
They have none of their own
At least the parent’s bullshit sets a proxy
Until they’re able to have their own “shit parties”
* * * *
Her mouth moves
And where there should be understanding
From me
There is only amazement.
And horror. . .horror
At the slithering, snake-like shit, slowly curling out from her throat.
She picked it up and just as I said
“Goddamn!”
She flat-panned the handful of shit
Directly into the mouth of another girl sitting nearby
Somehow intrigued by her performance
She ate the shit up happily
(This girl had a gap
In between her two front teeth
I knew she tried to play it off
Like it was kitsch
[or whatever that bullshit is]
Like it was cool
‘Cause Madonna does it too
I knew deep down
She hated that gap
She loathed that gap
. . .
This is your only formal lesson on the suburbanite pig:
It hates its small physical abnormalities that set it apart from the rest of its race)
Spent their entire childhood
And teenage years
In that obviously pre-developed, manufactured
Hope-farm of a community
‘Course they’re just gonna move to a hilarious little apartment
With their high school buddies
On the edge of town
And do . . .
Mind-numbingly nothing.
Now, I know you’ve heard about youth doing “nothing” before
But let me be the first
To make it absolutely clear
The difference
(and there most definitely is one)
Between the youth
And the fourth reich holding reservations for future ignition operation managers
(with yachts) (alternatively use: future all terrain vehicle safety video host)
IS IMENSE.
Burroughs did nothing, you know that
He spent a lot of time doing what he would later reflect on as
“nothing.”
But the nothing expirenced in one of those once-funny apartments
Almost gave me an aneurism
I walked 4 miles home at 3 am to end the pain.
Regardless, when this faze comes to pass (the post-high school, pre-rest of your life)
Then some get jobs (see ignition operation manager and/or all terrain vehicle safety video host)
And start their new lives (read: white noise and blank screens till their deaths)
The others
Well
The others hang around for a bit
They are the annoying party WOO! white kids . . . yes, you know them
. . . Or you are them
(The latter is more likely)
If they go to college, they’re college kids
You know what that’s like (bleeech!)
If they don’t, they’re white trash
Cause college is just that
That tiny redeeming factor
That little excuse
That in society’s eye, takes you from
Dumbass honky piece of shit
(which you are)
To,
The Future
Ou la la, get fucked.
IN AN IDEAL WORLD
They go to the city to try to have that weird fantasy of a life they obsess about
Sex and the City
Boys and clubs and city drinks and lofts and what not
Clothes and art and who’s who
Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
Their little pussie wussies get rapie raped
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