A Song Better Sung Then Writen.

[spydrmonke]

Hello garbage, my old friend,
I've come to puke with you again,
Because a taco softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was drinking,
And the alcohol that was planted in my brain
Partially remains
Within the sound of churning.
In restless stomachs I puke alone
Narrow throats of brown tacos,
'Neath the halo of a the toliet,
I turned my collar to the fonz
Said ehh, and threw up prauns,
When my eyes were stabbed by the colors
That split the night
And touched the sound of taint punching.

And in the naked light,
I saw my penis bright
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the naked man on the floor.

"Fools" said I, "Much too Drank I Alcohol"
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
Carry me to the toliet once more,
And echoed
In the halls and floors

And the people bowed before me
To the Drunk God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "Eat shit fuckers"
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of taint punching.